From his warm comfortable place under one of the tables, Harald's ears prick up. Something deep in his brain is activated upon hearing the word 'toast' and, despite his seemingly deep and impenetrable sleep, he slowly begins to stir.

Amasaluntha turns round and her face breaks into a smile as she sees him start to get up and pull his stiff body from underneath the table.

"Don't worry, Harald, I have a tankard waiting here for you already!" she laughed. "I know you too well."

Blinking at the newcomers, he takes the drink and quaffs it down, then stretches out his cup. Amasaluntha is ready and fills it up again.

"Bit quiet in here, isn't it? I think a song is in order!"

Before she can escape, he puts his arm round Amasaluntha and starts to sing a song. Unfortunately, Harald realises he has forgotten the words but, undeterred, he keeps on singing to the tune. Well, he thought, the Tavern needs a bit of livening up.