little…’
‘I can certainly feel your “just a little bit”!’ The girl must have bumped into a wall or a piece of furniture, because the wood creaked loudly. ‘But we’ll talk about this when you’ve sobered up.’ The threat in her voice made the hairs on the back of Einar’s neck stand on end. ‘Now off to bed!’ The blacksmith didn’t put up a fight and just grumbled a little as his constantly complaining daughter helped him into his bedroom and undressed him for bed.
‘So bossy!’ Leif mused quietly.
‘And decisive!’, added Kari, gazing longingly at the window through which they’d just escaped.
‘Idiots!’ Einar scooped up the clothes lying on the floor and shoved roughly half onto each of his brothers. ‘You’ll get dressed once we’ve got a bit further away,’ he hissed. And he dragged the twins along behind him.
