Oh what a place this was becoming, Widimir thought. He was starting to think that the name was incorrect and it should have been called a cat house.

There was so much meat to sample and flesh to enjoy. And then there was that which the cooks had worked so hard at in the kitchen. No wonder Gerulf liked Amalasuntha, she was hot and appearently doing a one woman wet tunic show.

Speaking of hot, Widimir was much warmed by Ingvoldr. She may have though he needed glasses, but he could see much more by feel than by sigh.

"Ingvoldr, any more of your wiggling and Brunhilda will have to charge a door fee and a 2 drink minimue or I will need a cold bath in the snow."