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Given the proportions of her lover thus revealed, the kept woman immediately regretted offering up her anus in an effort to charm her lord with a novel alternative to the cunt.
—Unknown, “The Lay of Mayda, Love Hostage of King Mannaz”
Meanwhile, as the night deepened and the relentless winds began to wane, Harold made his way through the deep snow from off his lookout post on the southern wall of the hill fort. He held a torch high in front of him to light his way. Chainmail jingled and footsteps fell with a crunching cadence. Harold’s mind was troubled as he thought about the shadowy shapes he’d seen from up in his tower, prowling beneath the black clouds on the edge of the forest. His mind was clear. He’d had no ale to dull his wits while on duty. His heart beat fast as he considered how best to deliver his report to the king. It was Yeol, after all, and Wade would likely be drunk.