บท 142: Scene CXLII

Ewelina's curious eyes merely observed, yet no reproach was told to her spouse. For within the woman, she could tell such behaviour was one Aslak had practised before their link occurred. And telling him against it before others would seem improper of a wife.

'So rough… it is no wonder the rumours about my love were as such…' — She thought between secret giggles. Truthfully amused for such attitude befitted her fated spouse.

"!" — The pull of her hand came right after. As the spouse paced into an echoing hall, where at the end of high marvellous stairs seated a bored black-haired man wearing a golden crown, similar in physical appearance to those born in Sortnafeigr yet much cleaner in looks and wearing luxurious clothing.

"Jollveld."