Kein, You Better Run

[Keith Ewing]

You wrote: 

>Heilsa, Kein.
>
>        Say, I just saw two wagonsloads of priests of your White 
Christ
>trundling down the road towards your home.  One was filled with a 
large
>stake and bundles of firewood, the other full of the funny White 
Christers
>with the back and grey robes, and they were using strange words in
>Ansteorran that I couldn't understand, such as "heresy," "witchcraft,"
>"vampirism," "Inquisition," and "rank is no protection."
>
>        This does not seem to bode well, Sir Kein.  If it were me, I 
think
>that Hedeby is lovely this time of year, and of course, the longships 
are
>always ready.  But perhaps these were a troupe of players you summoned 
for
>your amusement?
>
>Wassail and God Jul,
>::GUNNORA::
>
>Gunnora Hallakarva
>Herskerinde
>===========================================
>Ek eigi visa (th)ik hversu o(dh)lask Lofstirrlauf-Kruna
>heldr hversu na Hersis-A(dh)al
>
>
>
Papists! In Scotland? I'm not worried. The Presbyters and the Lutherans 
will engage them in theological ummm... discussion long before they 
ever reach the gates of my keep.

Kein