Ivar stews in anger, watching as his brother Sigurd plays his oud while his wife dances for him. Ivar is insatiably jealous, seeing Sigurd’s wife spin and sway to his tune. Sigurd smiles up at her as she dances for him, spinning and swaying seductively.

Ivar is dripping with envy as he watches from a distance. He’s enraged. His pathetic brother gets a bride but Ivar cannot? A warrior like himself?