It all happened much too fast to understand. Thidrek had mortally wounded Hildibrands by mistake... then Amleth did something to heal the old man, spoke angry words to Thidrek ("a father for a father"... as though Hildibrand's healing was weregild for Amleth killing Thetmar, Thidrek's father) and rushed out like a cold wind.

Now Thidrek is kneeling on the floor with his hands in his hair - I think it is his way of expressing relief - and old Hildibrands is shaking him as though nothing had happened and the lad was just having one of his fit of nerves. Fenrir is gripping his sleeve lightly between his teeth and trying to get him to play.

I let out a big breath and turn towards the warrioress. She is glowering at me. Is she going to hit me again?

"I do not think we have been introduced," I stammer. "I am Ælfwine son of Ælfred, and who are you, er, my lady?"

OOC: edited for clarity.