Thursday, December 14, 2017

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One scout to camp never came,
And the old man was to blame;
A thrust of a knife
Had ended his life.
Others before fared the same.

Tuesday, December 12, 2017

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The scouts that for the Scald spied
Bothered not back-trails to hide,
And so the old man
To trail them began--
And darkly he smiled inside.

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Yet one old man in town them espied,
Noticed that they sought to hide,
And took him concern.
He made then to learn
Of them that had the town descried.

Monday, December 11, 2017

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When the scouts ranged out ahead,
They saw naught that would cause them dread.
The small, quiet place
Showed no froward face--
Yet to its doom it the Scald led.

Sunday, December 10, 2017

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The tactic is said to be wise,
As scouting can find a surprise
That might lie in wait,
A trap laid with bait,
Such that whoso touches it dies.

Saturday, December 9, 2017

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But that leader did not appear
When the Scald would first draw near.
The Scald would, instead,
Send scouts out ahead
And find what the folk found most dear.

Friday, December 8, 2017

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The rumors made a great deal, too,
Of the fact that no one knew
Who ruled o'er the Scald,
What that one was called,
Or what could be said that was true.

Thursday, December 7, 2017

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Rumors did range far and wide
About the truth they seemed to hide.
Most would make mention--
A point of attention--
Of the unnamed Scald leader’s great pride.

Wednesday, December 6, 2017

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The Scald had come from far away;
The travel of many a day
Bore them from their home.
Why they would roam,
However, not many could say.

Tuesday, December 5, 2017

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They thought they would do much the same
When to that one village they came
Where Erdewyn dwelt,
And Oðoæster felt
He could retire without blame.