Terms…

I do love a story, don’t you?

France & Vincent

*

…It was midnight before the Evil One came down

out of the mountains and made his way to Baugi’s farm.

*

He introduced himself, claimed he had been walking all day,

then asked for a meal, and to stop over in one of Baugi’s barns.

*

“What a time to come calling,” snorted Baugi.

“Is something wrong,” asked the Evil One, affecting concern.

*

“My farmhands have been killed,” said Baugi banging his fist into a wall.

The farmhouse shuddered.

“All nine of them!”

“I have an idea,” said the Evil One, “I will cover for them.”

*

Baugi looked the Evil One up and down, incredulously,

and then he grinned, “What wages would you want?”

“One sip of Suttung’s mead,” said the Evil One.

*

Baugi shook his head, “the mead is my brother’s, I have no claim on it.”

“To be a poet,” mused the Evil One…

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