A beautiful black-skinned woman sits at the window of her longhouse, her doe-eyes looking sadly at the horizon. Her name is Jolade, and she has the incomparable honor of being a great warrior's wife. "Some honour... an empty bed and a childless house. A treasure even the fishwives enjoy is denied to me..." She muttered under her breath. Jolade was grateful for her lot in life, as the wife of a famed warrior she has a fine longhouse full of treasures to enjoy. What more could she possible want? Her husband. His only love was war. Whenever he was home he devoted himself to training, and when war raged he was gone for months on the march. He would send his plunder back home, giving her riches and slaves to keep her occupied. As sweet as gold is, it is no replacement for love. Jodale would trade all her treasures for a solution to her empty, lonely and loveless life in a heartbeat. Then word reached her of her husband's first and last defeat. He had challenged an enemy champion to a duel and lost. Now everything that belonged to him now is the rightful property of her husband's slayer, including her. For obvious reasons, this did not distress her. "Maybe if he stayed for just a day longer, he'd lived to return..." She bitterly muttered to herself when the slaves were out of earshot. 'Maybe my new man would be... more in touch with his manhood?' she thought to herself, hoping her first husband's slayer would make at the very least an attentive second husband. Her hopes for a warm bed and a seeded womb soar when she sees an unfamiliar flag on the horizon, her new husband coming to claim his winnings.