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until she had a chance to get away from this backwoods Viking players group and return to civilization.
    They shook the furs as they removed any dirty ones—oops, one with semen stains. Asta looked at her with a raised eyebrow. There were strange herbs to scatter around the walls and some nice smelling leaves to put among the furs. Asta gathered up the clothes that Rodmar had discarded. She indicated that Kathryn should bring the cold water left over from last night.
    Kathryn had already used it to clean her own body up earlier, including between her legs. She was almost glad she didn’t speak the language in order not to have to answer any questions.
    Asta showed her where to dump the dirty things, where some women were busy doing the laundry. Asta showed her where the local comfort station was. Great, there were holes in the ground with piles of leaves in place of TP and all of it was unisex. At least breakfast was good. It was cold meat and, boiled eggs, with a couple of the small apples.
    Asta led her over to a small hot spring that was really bubbling. It was near the spa washing area. She saw Rodmar and a couple of other men, one of them looking at his scratched back. He was evidently taking a teasing by the boys, the usual type of stuff. Still, she felt uncomfortable as eyes turned towards her as when she and Asta drew buckets from the extra hot water. She thought there was a little too much hunger in some of those eyes.
    She had to get a plan to find out exactly where they were in connection to Hals, but better still, how far away it was. She didn’t mind another go around with the big blond, but she didn’t want to stay around in case Rodmar decided to share.
    She wasn’t sure what this whole community was all about, but it sure was authentic. Someone had probably already told her the details, but unfortunately, they hadn’t told her in English.
    She walked behind Asta, carrying the hot bucket of liquid. She wasn’t sure where they were heading, but she was constantly looking at the buildings. She tried to memorize the footpaths between the gardens. There had to be some plan to the layout of the village.
    She was stumbling along for several moments, looking back, before she realized she was walking on sand. She shifted the heavy bucket, then raised her eyes to stare. She froze as it took a long moment for her mind to process what she was seeing.
    First, they were on the edge of the water in a very busy working area. There were many workers and helpers. Many people in the long shirts that she thought indicated either slaves or servants. These people, like her she and Asta, were carrying items back and forth like busy ants. They seemed to be helping actual Vikings, who were doing the more important work.
    What was in front of her was the open framework of a very large boat, in its infancy, still getting the skeleton into shape around the dip of the center heavy large beam. Yet, that wasn’t what took her breath away. It was the four other boats, each docked deep in the sand further down the beach, with Vikings moving around them.
    These were the real items—true Viking sea-going boats, just like in the pictures. Not new, but well-worn, with proud stains accompanied by the drape of nets and ropes. There were items around the boats as well as on the decks. One had men in on the high pole either hanging or removing yards of material. These men were blond Vikings, working in only the brown diaper- type of under clothes, with their skin glistening in the sun.
    Beyond them for as far as she could see was water, deep wave-chopped water, until it disappeared into the horizon. Seagulls glided in the distance, but she could not see any ships farther out. She looked both ways as far as she could see on the sandy beach and there was no traffic, no sign of civilization.
    Asta returned to her.
    “Kadlin?”
    Kathryn finally looked at Asta. “Is that Langerak Channel?”
    Asta looked at Kathryn for a moment then said a