I do love a story, don’t you?
*
…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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