“Even in terms of fiction, nothing in their lives became them like the leaving of it. King Fjolnir rose in the night to make water, fell into a vat of mead and drowned instead; Sveigdir ran after a dwarf when… — Gwyn Jones Copy Share Image
“Even in terms of fiction, nothing in their lives became them like the leaving of it. King Fjolnir rose in the night to make… — Gwyn Jones Copy Share Image
