IIRC Saithe - now it becomes clear - seiðr - saithe was a right ugly blighter with a strong smell in the cooking
I feel sure Mother cooked some for the Cat and he walked away - shaking his paws behind him
We were laughing so much at this - well it could have been Coley - Mick liked his food from out of a tin
Very up to date I am so back to Skaldskaparmal to read when I've finished the last of the 300 mails I had this morning
Kveðja
Good bye and thanks for all the fish
Patricia
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From: llama_nom
Date: 05/05/2007 01:00:33
Subject: [norse_course] Re: [norse _course] Thor poem, stanza 3 - Björsson translation
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