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‘Their god does seem to have power,’ Erik said. I slid Serpent-Breath into her scabbard and Erik saw the silver cross that decorated her pommel. ‘You must think so too?’ ‘That was a gift,’ I said, ‘from a woman. A lover. Then the Christian god took hold of her and she loves men no more.’ Erik reached out and touched the cross tentatively. ‘You don’t think it gives the blade power?’ he asked.
— Aug 28, 2026 09:39PM
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A feast was served by Saxon women slaves - ale, mead, birch wine, pork, beef, duck, dried cod and haddock, eels, crabs and goose, bread, cheese, honey and butter.
Father Willibald feared the food might be poisoned.
I ate a leg of goose. ‘There,’ I said, ‘I’m still alive.’
‘Praise God,’ Willibald said, still watching me anxiously.
‘Praise Thor,’ I said, ‘this is his hill.’
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Father Willibald feared the food might be poisoned.
I ate a leg of goose. ‘There,’ I said, ‘I’m still alive.’
‘Praise God,’ Willibald said, still watching me anxiously.
‘Praise Thor,’ I said, ‘this is his hill.’
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Water dripped from oar-blades, spreading ripples in a sea that was shining slabs of light that slowly shifted and parted, joined and slid. Our ship was poised on that shifting light, silent. The sky to the east was molten gold pouring around a bank of sun-drenched cloud, while the rest was blue. Pale blue to the east and dark blue to the west where night fled towards the unknown lands beyond the distant ocean
— Aug 29, 2026 08:24PM
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It is strange what men talk about before battle. Anything except what faces them. I have stood in a shield wall, staring at an enemy bright with blades and dark with menace, and heard two of my men argue furiously about which tavern brewed the best ale. Fear hovers in the air like a cloud and we talk of nothing to pretend that the cloud is not there.
— Aug 27, 2026 09:34PM
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Because fate cannot be cheated, it governs us, and we are all its slaves.
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The Norns are the Fates, the three women who spin life’s threads at the roots of Yggdrasil, the tree of life. Whenever a child is born they start a new thread, and they know where it will go, with what other threads it will weave and how it will end. They know everything. They sit and they spin and they laugh at us, and sometimes they shower us with good fortune and sometimes they doom us to hurt and to tears.
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I have a tree of life ring and amulet. The TOL is mentioned in the Tanakh and the Greek Testament. It might be mentioned elsewhere as well 🌳
Yes in Norse mythology for sure