*
…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, ignoring him, “is by far the finest thing.”
“No one save Gunnlod has ever seen a drop of the mead,” said Baugi firmly, “that is how it is.”
*
“Those are my terms,” said the Evil One, turning to leave.
“I could talk to Suttung,” said Baugi, “Work
the summer through and I’ll see what I can do.”
*
NUANCES OF NICOLL
The Keys to Heaven
Stuart France
Psychologist, Maurice Nicoll studied under Fourth Way exponents G.I Gurdjieff and P.D. Ouspensky, and presented his own philosophy in a series of works published during the Mid Twentieth Century.
In his seminal work, Living Time… he makes no bones about insisting that the psychological states and concepts that he is expounding, and their utilisation, are ancient and stretch back through Christianity, Judaism, the Greek Philosophers, and on into the mysterious climes of Pre-Dynastic Egypt…
In re-presenting these ideas as a series of poetic explorations, author and essayist, Stuart France uncovers a series of links with the Mediaeval Traditions of the Northmen, and the Matter of Britain!
What is the original story of our week? How does the moon harrow hell? Prepare to be enthralled, entertained, educated, and enlightened, as new light is shed on the enigmatic figures of Wotan, Merlin, and King Arthur.
They do not write books like this anymore if indeed they ever did!
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I can hardly wait for the next epis9ode. We started with nine and now there are three jars of this mead made of blood mixed with honey.
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I do love a story, don’t you?
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Thanks for sharing, Jack… 😉
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We writers must always support each other Stuart… 😉
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