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I, Hubert of Hastings, write this in the land of Tavantinsuyu, far from England, where I was born, whither I shall never more return, being a wanderer as the rune upon the sword of my ancestor, Thorgrimmer, foretold that I should be, which sword my mother gave me on the day of the burning of Hastings by the French.
He kneeled before him with a lighted torch of bear's fat and the tendons of the deer, and waving it gently to and fro, sang the ancient rune, until the eye of the Idiot, following the torch at a tangent as it waved, suddenly became fixed upon the flame, when it ceased to move.
For if we never meet again, we have had this." "Aye. If I die to-night, I have had to-day." Their voices were like the rune of the heart of the forest, like the music of deep streams. I turned away my head ashamed, and strove to think of nothing but the waking of Mme. de Nemours. "I thought you dead," she moaned, her voice muffled against his cheek. "No one would tell me what happened last night.
We have befriended them and loved them." "And they have befriended and loved us!" said Oo-koo-koo. Then silence. The river sang, but only a murmurous rune; the mute moonlight lay still on the mountains; the wind had sunk, and the motionless leaves glistened as the dew fell; a nighthawk swept past the portal of the grotto with the noiseless wing of its kind.
Look, it begins, 'I, Hubert de Hastings, write this in the land of Tavantinsuyu, far from England where I was born, whither I shall never more return, being a wanderer as the rune upon the sword of my ancestor, Thorgrimmer, foretold that I should be, which sword my mother gave me on the day of the burning of Hastings by the French, and so on." Here he stopped.
He kneeled before him with a lighted torch of bear's fat and the tendons of the deer, and waving it gently to and fro, sang the ancient rune, until the eye of the Idiot, following the torch at a tangent as it waved, suddenly became fixed upon the flame, when it ceased to move.
"By the Urdar-fount dwelling, Day by day from the rill, The Nornas besprinkle The ash Ygg-drassill, The hart bites the buds, And the snake gnaws the root, But the eagle all-seeing Keeps watch on the fruit. These drops on thy tomb From the fountain I pour; With the rune I invoke thee, With flame I restore.
While I have long been deceased, when you read this I am brought to life once more, and with my rebirth I tell you my story, and make known to you the truths contained therein. The words of this book are a rune gate, a portal to the past, and as you read them, your present fades away and you are drawn into my present, this very moment in which I now write.
Then the Dwarf screamed at him, turning his thumbs toward him in a curse: The ring with the rune Of power upon it: May it weigh down your fortune, And load you with evil, You, Loki, and all Who lust to possess The ring I have cherished. As Andvari uttered this curse Loki saw a figure rise up in the cave and move toward him.
This youth here can make runes,-she can read them; so can you speak with her without that the father shall know." "Bring torches into the sleeping-house," Leif called, rising hastily. "Valbrand, take your horse and lay saddle on it. You of England, get bark and an arrow-point, or whatever will serve for rune writing, and follow me." What took place behind the log walls, no one knew.
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