Wise the words of the wisest of all Mind your courtesies ! As he led forth the Gefndene heroes his choice of the best of the best Whose mettle and courage he’d put the the test By lich-flood to point of despair Tall striding the Eotanhame greensward with little folk jogging in train Osgar and […]
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Winterfell II – Lytelman’s Lay
Gefndene Geats, grave peril anew Shadow on mirror, spreading the stain Warned of wights, western in woods Straightly to horse, the hardy heroes Riding as rescuers, into night Fearless in face of festering lich Smote to Saebeorth steading their way Tondberht’s tidings, thurse-tale arrived told by Travelling youth, loyal Leofdag To Tondberhts the Thegn, trusty […]
Winterfell I – Lytelman’s Lay
To Gefnhame Groar, his guards and goods Weary wanderers, wounded came Seeking succour, in shielded pale Osgar obliging, open his his hand Hearthfire and healing for bone-weary band tidings and Tales, cheerfully traded till rudely were reivers, pukelfolk thievers Spied by silver-wrought, spellcraft of Nothgyth. * Stout then the Shopman, stood by the host Hard […]
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Winterfell I – Herewulf’s Lay
Lock the door, Gefndene, lion of Winterfell, Lock the door, Gefndene, Pukels comes on. The Lething are flying, their widows are crying, Homesteads are burning and the Witch is gone! Lock the door, Gefydene, high on the weather gleam, See how the Pukel blades they gleam on the sky. Forth goes the Geat array, boldly […]
The Bear and the Nightwalker – Eawulf’s Lay
In Gethenhame comforts are good cooking, a fire, a fight well fought, and a good bed. Wounded men heal and grow hearty again spirits high, gods to please and work to do. While others venture, the Priest has duties. No glory for him today, no guts to sew, recovery, respite, praise Thunor’s might. Clean blades […]
The Bear and the Nightwalker – Herewulf’s Lay
WAITING FOR LYTLEMAN Close the door, put out the light. You know they won’t be home tonight. The rain falls hard and don’t you know? The winds of Thunor are blowing cold. They carry steel that’s bright and true To slay the night walker they go They choose the path where no-one goes. They hold […]
The Bear and the Nightwalker – Lytelman’s Lay
In wicker waits water-meat, helpless in trout trap Hungry the hunter, now tempted and thief Saexbeohrt suck-teeth at wreck of his work Spoor sought the little man, fewmets to follow Bear at bay taken and spearwise slain Wistan the warrior, of bruin the bane * Came out of cavern, the call of the wight Older […]
In the Dark of the Night – Wistan’s Lay
Word of the Goddess Dogs’ dismay / dins the darkness Gefnhame Geats / seek Gefion’s God-rede Toad tongue testing / Wistan’s wariness Wightbane woes / the warty waylayer Eawulf enters / Gefion’s geard-pool Goddess geas / “Geats: get geating” Of the Battle in Gefnhame Steading Waiting warriors / wander war-ground Gloaming fading / night on […]
In the Dark of the Night – Eawulf’s Lay
At Gefnhame the corn is gold and Thunor’s thought on harvest sought with entrails spread upon the field the Priest does peer and then proclaims. Good sun for two more weeks He grants then reap and stack, all hands to work. On Lytelman a choice is clear the call for men to gather here. But […]