Lagertha's grin grew. She wasn't going to tell Grantaire what the phrase meant until he'd tried it out, although it certainly wasn't as incriminating as some of the things she could have got him to say.
"Very good," Lagertha said honestly, once Grantaire had made his attempt. People here seemed to struggle with the pronunciation of words in her language but, although Grantaire's accent made the words sound strange, by copying her, he had done a good job with the phrase.
"Now what do you think it means?" Lagertha had been surprised by the similarities between her own language and some words of modern English. She supposed it made sense, considering the history books she had read which said that her people had settled in England, made possible by the Great Heathen Army led by Ragnar's sons. It was hardly surprising that the languages had merged to create the English people knew today. She was sure, if people put their minds to it, they wouldn't have too much trouble understanding her if she spoke only in Old Norse. Still, people here were lazy - they didn't like having to think too hard - so it had been easier for her to learn English than to expect too much of people.