It was springtime and all the able men of the village had just set off to the seas. -”Yes. To be honest, they didn’t mind staying still and quiet… they were so worn out and fatigued that they probably couldn’t have done anything else anyway. Even though she was just holding Hedvigas wrists with one hand, there was no chance in hell that Hedviga would be able to pull loose! The shouts of warning from other women outside had subsided and only the odd door or hatch slamming shut could be heard above the sound of the breeze outside. Was this always gonna be from now on? Only her own breathing and the rustling of the hay under the thick, grey blanket could be heard. -”I’ll let you get started then…”, her mother said softly as she rose from the bed and made her way to the door. He had to crouch his back to not hit his head on the ceiling. When anyone commented on how she was never running or that she had to stop and catch her breath all the time, she just blamed it on her poor fitness. The young raider slowly raised himself and leaned back into the sitting position he’d started off with, he could probably still feel the walls of Hedvigas slippery folds practically milking
