Page 71 of My Fair Viking

"I did?" Tyra appeared a bit disoriented, whether from the ale or the male attentions he could not tell.

Both men's eyes kept straying to Tyra's exposed bosom.

Adam tightened his fingers on the wooden arms of his chair to prevent himself from drawing his sword, which he'd unfortunately left back in his bedchamber… or perhaps fortunately.

"What kind of saucy remark did you make, Tyra?" he asked casually.

"She asked if I wanted to couple with her," Gunter revealed in a gloating fashion.

"Also, she made an astute observation about the size of a woman's breasts compared to the size of her brain," Egil added.

Both men were still staring at her chest.

I have heard enough!

Apparently, not enough, for Bolthor came up just then and gave Tyra an adoring look from his one good eye. The giant skald looking adoring was a sight to behold… rather like a one-eyed randy bear.

"I have a gift for you, my lady."

"For me?" Even Tyra appeared startled by Bolthor's interest.

The poet nodded his head vigorously. "A praise-poem, written just for you. Wouldst like to hear it?"

Nay, nay, nay!

"Well, of course, Bolthor."

He would have liked to shake Tyra thoroughly, but her breasts would undoubtedly pop out.

"This saga is called 'Lady in the Red Gown.' "

Uh-oh!

"There once was a lady fair

Whose love no man could snare.

All her beauty she did hide

Under male garb of leather dried.

A sword she did carry,

In battle she did tarry.

Methinks the lady knew not her worth

Till the day a crimson gown came forth.

Then the lady did bloom,

Like the finest peacock plume.

Now the lady gets her pick

Of all the men lovesick.

But she best not too quickly stir