Tales of Old 56 The Only Sober Viking in Dublin
Summary: By Michelle Markey Butler Read by Shawn Robertson Setting: 10th Century Ireland There's one — possibly only one — benefit to giving up ale. When everyone else passes out on the floor, you get the fire to yourself. I rolled Vetr out of the way and pulled the bench closer to the hearth, stretching my legs towards the flames. Heat crept through my boots. Gods. My feet hadn't been warm since fall. Vetr snorted, turning over and throwing an elbow into Buldi's gut. Buldi's snores stuttered as he in turn rolled over, smacking Karli across the face. Karli didn't move. I'd seen Karli empty a dozen tankards. He'd wake with a bruise but sure as hell won't know where it came from.