The horn went round the hearth once, hesitated at one seat, and skipped straight past it. The jarl just watched, chin in hand, and no one yet knows that watching is going to become a song.

• HalfridaA song costs half a cup, elder.
  Old SkaptiHalf a cup, half a song, then. I'll sing up to the skipped seat and close my mouth.
• BrynjaThat song isn't finished yet. Don't put a price on it before it ends.
  Old SkaptiI'll take that to mean even the jarl doesn't know how it ends.