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| 9 | 197 | Pudding and Gunnhild View more quotes about knelt">knelt on the bench, snuggling against him, one on either side. |
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| 9 | 194 | Pretty Ankles hurried past, carrying a great trencher of roast meat on her small shoulder. |
| 9 | 195 | "Mead!" called Ivar Forkbeard, from across from me. |
| 9 | 196 | "Mead!" He held out the great, curved horn, with its rim of filigreed gold. |
| 9 | 197 | Pudding and Gunnhild knelt on the bench, snuggling against him, one on either side. |
| 9 | 198 | But they did not run to fetch his mead. |
| 9 | 199 | That duty, this night, befell another. |
| 9 | 200 | Hilda the Haughty, daughter of Thorgard of Scagnar, as stripped as any bondmaid, from a large bronze vessel, poured mead for the Forkbeard. |