Turning to Gunnar, she asked, “Where did you get these little animals? They are so beautiful.”
Gunnar was rummaging in a chest for some linen sheets. He replied from over his shoulder, “I carved them myself, from whalebone. In the winter, when I cannot go voyaging, there isn’t much else to do around here. Do you honestly think they are beautiful?”
Gwenn nodded and felt a stab of pity for her Captain, whom she now knew must spend many cold and dreary hours alone in this hovel in the wintertime. No wonder he was so keen on leading raiding parties when the weather allowed. She watched as he pulled his tunic off over his head and idly scratched the thick red hair on his chest. His body odor assailed her once again in the closed confines of the room.
“Why don’t you give me your clothes? I wi
