“H…Hakon,” he replied nervously.
“Hakon, a strong name for a young man. I see you carry with you a bow. You are a freeman are you not?” Yuri questioned and Hakon nodded. “Very good. And how old are you?”
“Fifteen,” Hakon lied for fear that revealing his young age may create too many questions. A boy at the age of eleven should not be far from his family.
“You know I was at least eleven when I had my first t****l. By the look of your face and your clothes you too look like you could use a servant in your home.” Yuri walked behind one girl who still stood n***d atop the wooden bucket and he firmly gripped her shoulders leaning his face into hers. “I think that this one is perfect for you. You won't understand a word she says but then again, you don't need to!” The crowd erupted into laugh
