"Heck if I know." Magnus shrugs and finally, finally sits up, scooting so that he's sitting next to Galahad and leaning heavily against him, instead of lying with his head in his lap. "Why does anyone do anything? I bet I could write a book on Viking etiquette. 'Kill as many people as you can on the field of battle and if you're gonna die, make sure you have a weapon in hand.' That kind of thing."