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Donna Hobbit writes us with this riddle:
> A riddle
> I was an armed warrior. Now a gallant young bachelor
> covers me with gold and silver,
> with twisted wires. Sometimes men kiss me.
> Sometimes, by means of my sound, I summon
> good comrades to battle. Sometimes a horse
> carries me over the march. Sometimes the steed of the sea
> bears me, bright with ornaments, over the waves.
> Sometimes a woman, ring-adorned,
> fills my bosom. Sometimes I must lie stripped,
> hard and headless, on the boards of a table.
> Sometimes, decked with trappings, and beautiful,
> I hang on the wall where men are drinking.
> Sometimes warriors carry me on horseback,
> a noble ornament in an army, when, treasure-adorned,
> I must swallow the breath from some one's breast.
> Sometimes, by means of my notes, I invite
> gallant men to their wine. Sometimes, by my voice,
> I must rescue from foes what has been stolen
> and put enemies to flight. Discover what I am called.
These find words describe an accessory that no good Viking would be without,
Jarl Galmr Ingolfsson