Ingvoldr let out a groan. "What happened last night?"
she asked. Widimir's face turned into a broad grin and he didn't notice the fork that slipped from his hand to land on the floor.

"Oh you don't remember do you? Well I will just say that you must have drank more than you should have. After the visitors came by, you did a dancing tribute to Freyja that kept the whole inn warm even after the fire had died out."

Ingvoldr's face turned about as red as the embers that Yngvildr was trying to cox back to life.

"Why it was so well recieved by the men folk here, I think you might have a job dancing here everynight now." Widimir added with a twinkle to his eye.

As she sat stunned, Widimir noticed the missing fork and ducked under the table to retrieve it. It was about this time that she felt something warm and wet licking at her toes