Warring Feasts at Yule
“I shall reward you with some joyful news: your father is dead now, and you must return home.” […]
“I shall reward you with some joyful news: your father is dead now, and you must return home.” […]
“May it roast in the fires of Hell!
You’ve grabbed your wiener, I surmise.” […]
“Gisli then pulled the bedclothes off them with one hand, and with the other he plunged his spear through Thorgrim so that he stuck fast in the bed.” […]
“Then came against him a big bull, wading out into the water and bellowing fearfully. A multitude of land-wights followed him. Away he backed from there.” […]
“Thorir had a bear-hunting knife in his hand and rushed at Ospak, lunging at him, but Ospak averted the blow. Since Thorir had thrown himself into a lunge which did not find its mark, he fell forward on to his knees with his head bent over. Ospak then struck down on Thorir’s back with his axe and there was a loud crack.” […]
“Then he performed a great sacrifice, sacrificing him a son every tenth year; and also, that he was to name some district after the number of sons he had sacrificed to Othin.” […]
““Much turns out otherwise than one expects. I had thought to sleep with Thora Skagadottir, the earl’s wife” – and he shook his member and then pulled up his trousers.” […]
“Running, Gisli took the ball and pitched it between Thorgrim’s shoulder-blades. The blow pushed him flat on his face.” […]
“Now when King Agni had fallen asleep, Skjalf took a thick cord and fastened it to the necklace.” […]
“Then Thrand Strider made a running leap at the wall, jumping high enough to be able to hook his axe over the tops of the wall and then pull himself up by the axe-handle until he got on to the fortification.” […]
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