Well there we were, Olav and I, rutting in the snow like mooses, when along came an errant reindeer and bit the poor fellow on his left buttock!

*pauses for another scone*

Luckily, not speaking whatever language it is they speak over there, my tender ears were spared whatever vulgarites consquently spewed forth from the angry duke's trembling lips. I was not, however, spared the pathetic scene he made as he began weeping like a little schoolgirl while alternately clutching his bum and throwing snowballs at the retreating deer. Alas, his aim was as pathetic as his sniveling and I am sad to report I left Norway much disenchanted with their men.

*sips some more tea*

Now my encounter with a certain drunken French Cardinal was less dissapointing...but that is a story for another time.