firing-wood

Updated: May 13, 2025

But I thought that the forest was my father's? My name," said she, "is Mette, and my father is the Knight Borre, of Egeskov." "I am Ebbe of Nebbegaard, and," said he, perceiving the mirth in her eyes, "you have heard the rhyme upon me "'Ebbe from Nebbe, with all his men good, Has neither food nor firing-wood."

Sir Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch - The White Wolf and Other Fireside Tales