Bryn got up and stepped into the middle of the circle. "I can handle pain. I had seven children before epidurals were available. And one set were twins. All of them big like their Father, except the girls and Floki." She remembered the pain. It wasn't something she'd forget, like many women said today. "Do you have something I can bite down on? Some soft wood, or a bit of leather?"
She had the resolve to go through the worst he could throw at her. But she also knew he wouldn't, if he didn't have to. At least she didn't think he would. But she gave him a nod, with something to put between her teeth, to keep her from breaking them, she'd be ready.