Bards - Tag Tale Part 3

Donald Riney dariusobells at hotmail.com
Wed Jan 10 14:39:59 PST 2001


On the seas his temper began to cool, the thought on anonymity in the 
foriegn lands pleased him. Soon he would be in Scotland and their his fame 
would grow as a wrriors should. A path of Bloddy victory he would carve 
across that island. From the crags of the Highlands to the marshes of Wales 
Mothers would use his name to scare their children to bed. Smiling he 
thought of their  words, "Get you to bed lest Sven the  Mighty gets you." Or 
maybe 'Sven the Strongaxe', or even 'Sven Scotskiller'.

Lost in his musings he started when his lookouts called the sighting of 
land. PEering into the mist of Scotland he could see a small safe harbor. 
Here would he begin anew, soon no one would remember anything but the power 
of his axe and the riches of his plunder. He would be generous to those that 
followed him and ruthless to those who oppsed him! By blood and conquest he 
would assure his place in the hall of heros!

Doning his helm he ordered the raid on the coastal town. Screams filled the 
night air. Once upon the beach the people scattered like flies shoe from 
sweet breads, but Sven fell as if he had been struck dead. No matter how 
strong was his axe it seemed the voice of the skald was stronger yet, for as 
the townsfolk ran they screamed, "Run for your lives, it is Sven 
Svin-kyssa!!!"

Ulf you're a pretty sick puppy yerself!
Darius :)
(PS "Svin-kyssa" = "Pig Kisser")




>
>You're a sick man, FitzMorgan.
>
> > Tag Tale
> > Part 1 by Robert Fitzmorgan
> >
> >     Sven stood at the prow of his longship.  The rolling of the ship a
>match
> > to the rolling in his gut.  The sun was peaking over the horizon like a
>giant
> > bloodshot eye.  He had drunk a great deal of mead the night before,
>everyone
> > had.  Not enough though.  Not enough for them to forget ...  Was there
>enough
> > mead in all the world to make them forget that?  The oarsmen were 
>intently
> > studying the sunrise, the sea or the backs of their companions, looking
> > anywhere but at him.  No one dared to look at him.
> >     It was time to decide on a destination.  It would have to be 
>Ireland.
>No
> > one knew him in Ireland.  He would have to do something very impressive 
>if
>he
> > was ever to show his face at home again.  He would have to build a
>reputation
> > so fierce that know one would dare to so much as smile behind his back.
>Not
> > that they would forget.  They would never forget.
> >     If only it hadn't been Gunther's pig.
> >
>
>
>   Already the other men on the ship were making little "nooff-nooff" 
>sounds
>like pigs when they thought he couldn't hear.  Seven days of this might 
>find
>his temper too short for the ribbing of even the best of friends.
>   The casks and bales had been loaded the day before, and all was ready.
>Sven curtly ordered the steersman, Olaf, to put them out of this Danish bog
>and onto the clean road of the horse of the sea.
>   "Where to, sea-king?" asked Olaf.
>   "Dublin." he answered.  "The furs and amber will fetch fine prices 
>there,
>and we can take on some linen.  Maybe the land of the Franks after that, or
>even the Moors.  Irish linen should fetch a fine price there."
>   Not that he needed the silver.  Not now.  Gunthar was good to his word,
>and had paid up on the bet.  But the bag hanging at his side was not as
>heavy as the stone in his stomach.  His reputation turned to foolery for 
>one
>foolish bet.  The High One warns of too much mead, the godi say.  He should
>have been specific about kissing pigs.
>
>Next...
>Ulfie
>
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