| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
|---|---|---|
| 9 | 277 | I View more quotes about again">again bent to kiss the lips of Thyri. |
| 9 | 278 | Late and fully were we feasting when the thrall-boy, tugging on the sleeve of Ivar Forkbeard, said to him, "My Jarl, the wench in the ice shed begs to be freed". |
| 9 | 279 | "How long has she begged?" asked the Forkbeard. |
| 9 | 280 | "For more than two Ahn," said the boy, grinning. |
| 9 | 281 | He was male. |
| 9 | 282 | "Good boy," said the Forkbeard, and tore him a piece of meat. |
| 9 | 283 | "Thank you, my Jarl," said the boy. |