Floki leans in and runs a callused fingertip along the strip of tightly braided yarn.

"It is lovely work, Gyda. If you make more, I'm sure that Helga would like to have one."

The book gets a curious look, with its pictures and strange lettering. Having books show you how to do things instead of another person teaching you is still a strange concept to him. But Gyda is a clever girl, and he admires her initiative to learn.

However, what she says next is rather disturbing.

He glances toward his own door. And then back to her.

"What do you mean? You don't see the door back home? Back to your father's hall, perhaps?"