"Ladies and gentlemen, it's time for the last dance, If you haven't danced yet, you need to find your partner and dance this one."

Odin looks around the room for the fair scribe of Celtia . He spies her by the entrance, trying to look inconspicuous.

"Care to dance?" I ask, bowing low to the beautiful maiden.
She giggles as she sticks forth her hand. I take it and gracefully pull her in close as we begin to dance.

The roof of Valhalla fades away to reveal the stars of the heaven in all their glory. It is not cold and the view is a vision of splendor.

Fedelm leans her head on my shoulder and gazes skyward, her thoughts lost in the rhythms of the music.