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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