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her warriors with a sharp, curious look.
    “All right then, enough mystery,” she insisted, adding as she inclined her head in the direction of her beaming guardsmen, “What exactly do the two of you have planned for your queen?”
    Magnus shrugged.
    “Well my queen, it’s a might difficult for us to describe in mere words the gifts we have to offer you,” he revealed, adding with a flirtatious wink, “We’d rather show you instead, so why not just us on the morrow for a picnic in the meadow behind your longhouse? Allow us to prepare a grand meal for you, much as you have offered us today, and present to you our finest gifts—our endless and adoring tokens of our love and appreciation.”
    Eirik nodded.
    “Aye, tis a plan,” he agreed, adding as he narrowed his emerald eyes in Astrid’s direction, “There’s more than one way to worship a queen, ye know.”
    Astrid thought a moment, and then nodded.
    “Aye Gentlemen, I will join you at noon on the morrow, on the crest of my royal meadow. And I must admit, my curiosity is at a peak!” she declared, adding silently, “Among other things.”

Chapter Three
     
    The next day Queen Astrid ventured free and barefoot into the emerald-hued grasses of rolling meadows; vast Swedish green spaces lined and dotted with exotic growths of pearl pink roses, lavender violets and pure ivory daffodils.
    The beauty and ebullience of these floral gems was rivaled only by the spectacle of a pure azure sky—one that came a light today with the luminous beacon that only be called “sol,” the Swedish word for sun. The queen cast her head back to bask in the rays of this lush, majestic beacon.
    Suddenly the Viking queen felt more like a young, carefree lass, that today wore a crown of daffodils, as opposed to a golden helmet, as well as a flowing silk dress of cornflower blue that fell graceful to her bare feet.
    “I hope only that my two gentlemen friends can tolerate the sight of their queen in such—ahem—informal attire,” she mused; even as she wriggled her toes in the dew kissed grasses beneath her.
    She sighed relieved moments later, as she spotted her two favorite companions as they relaxed in the grasses of a nearby bank that bordered a crystalline pond. Indeed, it seemed that these two honorable warriors themselves seemed ensnared in a casual mood, and in place of the shields, helmets and chain mail shirts that typified their usual apparel, they instead wore….
    “Very little, as a matter of fact,” she observed, eyes flying wide as she noted that Magnus and Eirik wore nothing more than skin tight breeches culled from the finest, slickest leather.
    “My goddess,” she murmured, admiring the broad, hard, and delightfully bare chests of her handsome young guardsmen.
    Both Magnus and Eirik boasted massive bronzed pectorals and flawless sculpted abdominal muscles, along with broad muscled shoulders and long, strong arms that seemed made for holding and loving a woman.
    Finally tearing her gaze from the surface of their massive, sun kissed torsos; she stared instead at their flawless faces. This was a bad move, as she now discovered that the two of them were watching her, watching them.
    “Like what you see, milady?” Magnus queried, waggling his feathered eyebrows to flirtatious effect.  “Then by all means, do come join us.”
    Soon the queen enjoyed another feast at the side of her favorite consorts, this one consisting of juicy sliced salmon, ripe round cherries picked from a nearby tree, and goblets brimming over with sparkling, refreshing nature made spring water.
    “This is delicious, my good men,” Astrid praised them, smacking her lips as she savored a slice of moist, sumptuous salmon.
    Eirik nodded.
    “We are so glad to please our jarl,” he bowed to her, adding as he reached behind his back, “And now, my queen, we have a second gift for you, that we hope you will enjoy even more.”
    With this the Viking produced a sparkling gem that bore more of