Ekethorp Wistan Wulfinga’s telling. At Ossby If anyone had been following Wistan Wulfinga, slayer of the Eoland Witch-Queen, in the early afternoon after battle of the Gap and the return to Ossby they would have seen him seek out a quiet corner of the burgh and wrap his distinctive spearhead in sacking, then lay himself […]
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Ottenby – Wistan’s Tale
The Ossby Witan The day before the full moon of the Aefter Lithe when king Wiglaf’s wyrd came upon him. The fleet had rowed in slowly, from caution and from weariness of rowing and fighting for a day and a night. The lookout at the masthead reported the beach ahead had both Eowan […]
The Wolf-cub and the Giant – Wistan’s Tale
The Wolf-cub and the Giant A children’s tale of the back country, as told many generations later. Once upon a time little Wisty the wolfling lived with his friend The Little Man in Mother Geffen’s Home. They had lots of friends living with them and lots more up and down the valley nearby. One day, […]
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 […]
A Privy Talk – Wistan
‘Osgar! Thegn! Good morning!’ ‘Hello Wistan, we haven’t seen you at this time for a while, are you back?’ ‘Yes, I think I’m released from the custody of my family for now.’ Wistan glanced around the privy, finding it empty besides himself, the thegn of Gefndene and a lone figure at the far end of […]
The Merleking – Wistan’s Tale
What we did on Aerra Geola days Servant No More ‘Tohrwulf, this isn’t right. I think of you as a comrade; a fellow west Geat and friend. You shouldn’t need to come to me for upkeep.’ ‘None the less, Aetheling, that is how people see us. The west Geat Aetheling arrives with his poorly equipped […]
Blotmonath – Wistan’s Tale
On the Cold Hillside And I awoke, and found me here, On the cold hill’s side. Hella’s icy tits, but it’s cold at dawn… why am I bare-buttock naked and where the fuck am I? It’s all a blur. Did I actually manage to drink enough to lose my wits? No chance of that; none […]
Toad in the Hole – Wistan’s Tale
Toad Tales Which starts poorly, goes further down, but ends promisingly. Disturbing nights Even though the swirling mists of Winterfell hid the sky in the traditional manner, I came to notice that I was much aware of the the Moon in the nights following our visit to the Summer Lands of the Eotun and our […]
The Queens of the Summerlands – Wistan’s Tale
Which starts well and just gets better. (Mostly.) 1. Gifts ‘Here Wistan,’ said Lytelman, ‘This is for you as you wanted it so much. Are you going to swear to me too, now?’ Before he got my answer he handed me the rune-inscribed spear so I just smiled broadly and said, ‘No, Lytelman, thegn. I […]
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 […]