| It came upon a sunny morn; | The fog had fled the breeze. | |||
| For ale there was an empty horn | And herring filled the trees. | |||
| A stone bedecked a wand of thorn, | A bag of flaxen seeds; | |||
| From all of these a quest was born, | With nothing left to seize | But a brick. | ||
| The wisest creatures gathered nigh | To bargain and advise: | |||
| The owl and eagle of the sky, | With penetrating eyes. | |||
| The salmon of the sea so wide, | Who swims the river’s rise. | |||
| The forest stag that leaps so high. | Which one explains the prize | Of a brick? | ||
| The giant’s daughters, proud and fair, | Lead out with noble bearing. | |||
| The sturdy suitors followed there, | Bright arms and armor wearing; | |||
| With challenges for all to share. | “That damn fish ate my herring!” | |||
| O’er hill and dale and ev’rywhere | The stalwart bands yet faring | With a brick. | ||
| A witch beside her bubbling brew | Sent pigs and frogs to spring. | |||
| The weaver Fate with scissors true | Would sever life’s own string. | |||
| A fearsome goddess set to prove | What courtesy can bring. | |||
| A savage boar; his fervor grew | To fight with anything | But a brick. | ||
| Though yet the heroes quested strong | The day went passing quick, | |||
| With puzzles right and puzzles wrong | And herring flying thick; | |||
| With bows and blows to bring the throng | The giant’s wedding schtick | |||
| And all the while there strung along | That underhanded trick | |||
| That some suspected ere too long | While others just grew sick | Of that brick! |
"This was written during the day and into the evening by Owen at Mists Games, June 9, AS XXXVI (2001), and presented during the Bardic Circle that evening. It pretty much laid everyone out, laughing ..." -- Hirsch von Henford
The West Kingdom History Website was created by and is maintained by Hirsch von Henford (mka Ken Mayer).