Vidugavia smiles at me and raises his drinking horn in salute, his eyes twinkling in the firelight.
"Then let us drink to friendship, Southron!"
I raise my drinking horn in return.
"To friendship, Northman!"
We hook our arms and drink deeply...
...and that is when I see her.
That is when I see her, and that is when I am lost.
Her eyes are like chips of diamond, her hair like the morning sun sparkling off the snow...
Vidugavia says something, but I do not hear it- I am lost in the delights of this nameless beauty.
Her cheekbones are so sharp that they could be carved from ice, her lips impossibly full and welcoming...
The Northman coughs and breaks my reverie. Turning back to him, I blink owlishly- like one rudely awakened from a beautiful dream.
I blink again, aware that any faux-pas I commit here may plunge my kingdom into war. His smile spreads.
"You have not so fine a mead in your kingdom, I wager?"
I nod dumbly and the Northman's smile widens.
"There are many such wonders in my land, Southron..."
I nod again, and his smile widens.
"...and I shall happily share them with you and yours, should you so wish?"
I blink again, and once more she is there, holding a golden ewer. Vidugavia beams at me.
"Would you care for more mead?"
I nod, dumbstruck, and the Northman gestures at the girl
"Another horn of mead for our honoured guest, Vidumavi!"
The liquid smells delicious, but as far as I care it could reek of the foulest midden in creation. It glitters like molten gold in the firelight, but it could be ditchwater as far as I care.
Her name is Vidumavi...
...and I am lost.