Re: Greetings

[Wayne Precht <wayne@apollo.umuc.edu>]

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,
a horn!



Jarl Galmr Ingolfsson