An excerpt from #Aveynn2. Perhaps Avelynn would drink from a vessel such as these.
The smell of meat and broth filled the cottage with a warm robust scent, and my stomach growled. Over the hearth, a heavy iron cauldron rested on its tripod, a brew of thick bubbling stew simmered within. A platter of bread trenchers sat on the table. A jug of wine and two fine glass beakers had been set beside them. I smiled at Angharad’s thoughtfulness. I’d eaten little since I broke my fast this morning at St. Dogmael’s.
My photos from the #Viking Exhibit at the Canadian Museum of History #Ottawa