It did not matter how late the hour; they would have a feast. A successful campaign always ends in a feast and this one would take hours to prepare. All the warriors would attend, each at one of the barracks sprinkled throughout the Hindrunn. Cauldrons of birch wine, mead, ale, cider and beor would make the tables bow before the food even arrived. Such food! It was not salted, nor smoked nor dried. Freshly slaughtered pork, beef or poultry, roasted over charcoal and stuffed with ramsons.
