what's the matter, son? erik doesn't reply. his grandfather glances back at the mead hall, whence the sound of the fight drift across the snow.
we're missing all the fun.
what?
you talking piffle, son?
who have you been talking to?
it's always the women that start the trouble.
so? what'd you do to her? erik stops in his tracks - as if brought up short by the horror of what he has done.
that's my boy! erik's grandfather gives him a paternal hug. erik looks at him and thinks about the generation gap. cut to feet running in the snow. it is day.