After supper the Bishop had him summoned from his seat far down the table; he had to come forward and stand before the Bishop’s chair. Lord Torfinn raised the tankard to his lips and handed it to Olav: it felt icy cold in his hand, and the wine had a pale greenish look in the bright silver vessel. It was sharp and sour and pricked the boy’s palate, but he liked the taste for all that, ’twas fresh, a drink for men, and afterwards it warmed his whole body with a rare, festal glow.
