Lord Raymond sat at the head of his table, finishing his evening meal, his trusted friends dining at his sides. He had divulged his intentions of finding the Vikings whom sacked Barmen earlier that month and rescuing the fair Lady Barmen, should they still have her. “I simply do not understand why you would risk your life going after some woman that is very likely already dead or been sold?”
Lord Raymond chewed his bread and cleared his throat. “Because Fredrick, Lady Barmen is a remarkable beauty, and men are men no matter where they hail from, barbarians have the same s****l urgings for beautiful women as we do. So, I am positive the Lady is still alive.”
“You love her that much?” Fredrick asked, stuffing his mouth with the leg of a wild duck. Lord Fredrick Harr
