Note

A saga is the last
visible sign of
a nation. I bind myself
to beautiful
old habits, customs,
and laws. In the revolution,
I have no doubt.

Vengeance—Proem

A beautiful northern man
found no more men on
the side of a ravine where
he was. His heart was
filled with bitterness.

The gods had given
no one to him. However,
he was pursued by a troll.
So, he lay in wait
for the monster and

in the darkness gripped
it about the waist and
held him. Long he wrestled
with it, reeling, staggering,
falling, and rising again.

At length, a flood came
to him, and he stood over it,
covering it, conquering it,
with his right hand
set hard at its throat.