Ship a-sail, ship a-sail, Wave to wave onward, Crest to crest foam-road Osgar surf-sundered “Forward the Geatish men! “Sail for the rocks!” then Into the gulley of Death Rowed nigh a hundred Eowan to right of them, Eowan to left of them, Nicor in front of them, Galdor o’er-thundered While dart and stone fell They […]
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The Favour – Wistan and Tohrwulf
The moon was bright but no longer full when Wistan came to speak to Tohrwulf. The camp of the Geats stirred around them, restive with anticipation of a sea voyage, with beyond it battle and rich spoil: and for those most fortunate of all, feasting with the gods . Yet quiet it was where atheling […]