Nimue heard a clearing of a deep male voice. The sound disturbed the pleasure of Maric’s tongue on her nipples and his hands holding her breasts. She had groaned with a wave of arousal when the “ahem” caused her to dreamily turn her face toward the door.<br/><br/>“Oh, goddess!” she squeaked, trying to push Maric away and cover herself.<br/><br/>There stood a warrior, his short black hair streaked grey belying the age he was for he had broad shoulders and bulging arms. His stomach was flat and his hands looked strong. He still stood like a sacred oak .<br/><br/>“Maric, I think we are under attack. A Viking with a Warhammer.” She stammered, still trying to pull his head up from his task.<br/><br/>Nimue managed to tear herself backward and say with a loud hiss,<br/><br/>“See for yourself.” She insisted as she edge toward the table where their swords lay.<br/><br/>"The bride I presume?" He asked after clearing his throat again.<br/><br/>She then noticed the young girl, hiding behind the man, her long blonde hair swung freely and the bright green dress ruffled in the breeze. Her eyes were as big as plates. Maric kissed her and gently pulled her garment back into place and then set across the dooryard to greet the man.<br/><br/>In the manner of men everywhere, he thumped the man on the back and the man thumped him in the chest. He made some lewd remark, glancing at Maric’s bulging clothes and the two laughed as if alone on a deserted island.<br/><br/>The girl showed some decorum and kept her eyes averted while hanging back. Nimue was mortified. This is what she had feared would happen when people came to stay. The poor girl was in no doubt a virgin who was truly offended by the sight of two randy lovers.<br/><br/>Nimue made sure her gown was acceptable and took a deep breath. Out the door she went, to greet the young woman and older man,<br/><br/>“Yes, I am the bride,” she answered with a cheerful smile on her face, bobbing a curtsy to the man. “I’m not sure who you are. We were planning for Faren and his lady love, but you, sir, do not look like our Faren. I was worried that you were Viking raiders. They have been through here before and there are rumors that they are plundering the country side.”<br/><br/>Maric and the man chuckled at her. Nimue put her fists on her hips.<br/><br/>“Well, he has a Warhammer. They use warhammers. You use a sword.”<br/>______<br/><br/>.