"And when the bar lets us come at the same time again," Ragnar says, "you'll sometimes find all three of us together in our bed, too. Or rather, you won't, but anybody who'd come looking for us in our room would. Or perhaps outside on that one rock, in summer. Or in the clearing, by the pond with the red waterlilies."

Father Harman shrugs. "I do get it," he says. "A threesome. How very heathen of you. I don't know if it's more likely for somebody to end up hurt than in a regular relationship; people get hurt often enough in those, too."