Stavanger Bay Will they ever reach the floor?

"Ya sound like my Mum," she teased though it fell flat, her smile weak now. Despite what she led others to believe, part of her missed her mother but she could not; would not marry a stranger. Leaving her mother had been harder than leaving her father. Da' had made it clear she wasn't to come back, that she was a shame to him. Mum had just looked so disappointed. 

"Maybe it's vrong of me, stupid or silly, but I don't vant an arranged marriage. I'm not even sure vhat I vant. Respect maybe is vhat I'm seeking . He vould have to beat me in a fight," Lagertha smiled, looking out towards the sea. 

Her eyes returned to Doe as she spoke of something more valuable than honour. "Love. That what ya mean." It wasn't a statement, rather it was an observation.