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[athelstanthescribe]

It's almost time to leave their little hunting cabin and go back to the town, much as Athelstan and Ragnar might wish they could stay... but Athelstan's dog is nowhere to be seen.

Athelstan stands in the doorway, looking and calling for him, and finally he reappears, carrying something in his mouth.

"Fiachra? What have you got there?"

He crouches for a better look, frowning as it strikes him that doesn't look like a deer bone...

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[bigarmy_strangepants]

"You're a lucky saxon, then," Ragnar says, comfortably nuzzling his face into the crook of Athelstan's neck. "But I'm lucky as well -- I get a small live Saxon as a pillow!"

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan laughs, curling against him.

"Then we can be each other's bedding, and happily."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"The best ever," Ragnar says.

And he falls silent for a long while.-

They will probably arrive late at the hall tonight, but they still have something to show -- fish and rabbits -- even though the coin must stay a secret, or the peace of their private little place would be lost.-

[athelstanthescribe]

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