How Cormac Liked Black-Puddings.
Well Thorkel soon heard what was going forward, and thought it would turn out to his own shame and his daughter's if Cormac would not pledge himself to take her or leave her. So he sent for Steingerd, and she went home.
Thorkel had a man called Narfi, a noisy, foolish fellow, boastful, and yet of little account. Said he to Thorkel, "If Cormac's coming likes thee not, I can soon settle it."
"Very well," says Thorkel.
Now, in the autumn, Narfi's work it was to slaughter the sheep. Once, when Cormac came to Tunga, he saw Steingerd in the kitchen. Narfi stood by the kettle, and when they had finished the boiling, he took up a black-pudding and thrust it under Cormac's nose, crying:
"Cormac, how would ye relish one?
Kettle-worms I call them."
To which he answered:
"Black-puddings boiled, quoth Ogmund's son,
Are a dainty, - fair befall them!"
And in the evening when Cormac made ready to go home he saw Narfi, and bethought him of those churlish words. "I think, Narfi," said he, "I am more like to knock thee down, than thou to rule my coming and going." And with that struck him an axe- hammer-blow, saying:
"Why foul with thy clowning and folly,
The food that is dressed for thy betters?
Thou blundering archer, what ails thee
To be aiming thy insults at me?"
And he made another song about:
"He asked me, the clavering cowherd
If I cared for - what was it he called them? -
The worms of the kettle. I warrant
He'll be wiping his eyes by the hearth-stone.
I deem that yon knave of the dunghill
Who dabbles the muck on the meadow
- Yon rook in his mud-spattered raiment -
Got a rap for his noise - like a dog."
Thorkel had a man called Narfi, a noisy, foolish fellow, boastful, and yet of little account. Said he to Thorkel, "If Cormac's coming likes thee not, I can soon settle it."
"Very well," says Thorkel.
Now, in the autumn, Narfi's work it was to slaughter the sheep. Once, when Cormac came to Tunga, he saw Steingerd in the kitchen. Narfi stood by the kettle, and when they had finished the boiling, he took up a black-pudding and thrust it under Cormac's nose, crying:
"Cormac, how would ye relish one?
Kettle-worms I call them."
To which he answered:
"Black-puddings boiled, quoth Ogmund's son,
Are a dainty, - fair befall them!"
And in the evening when Cormac made ready to go home he saw Narfi, and bethought him of those churlish words. "I think, Narfi," said he, "I am more like to knock thee down, than thou to rule my coming and going." And with that struck him an axe- hammer-blow, saying:
"Why foul with thy clowning and folly,
The food that is dressed for thy betters?
Thou blundering archer, what ails thee
To be aiming thy insults at me?"
And he made another song about:
"He asked me, the clavering cowherd
If I cared for - what was it he called them? -
The worms of the kettle. I warrant
He'll be wiping his eyes by the hearth-stone.
I deem that yon knave of the dunghill
Who dabbles the muck on the meadow
- Yon rook in his mud-spattered raiment -
Got a rap for his noise - like a dog."
17 dec 2007 - bewerkt op 12 jan 2008
- meld ongepast verhaal
-
FCUK (opgeheven op 19-1-2015)
maandag 17 december 2007 15:17
varkensbloed =S
-
alphamale
dinsdag 18 december 2007 07:39
Dus zoals ik al eerder zei: De Spartanen dronken ook varkensbloed, aten dit samen met gezouten spek, dit was dan ook hun krachtvoer, bloedsoep, bloed met brood, lekker!!!
Log in om een reactie te plaatsen.
- O 27 nov 2007 Cormac's Fore-Elders.
- O 27 nov 2007 The family and early wars of Onund the son of Ofei
- O 21 nov 2007 st niklaas ( 4 )
- O 30 mei 2007 Nebenhut en Schranckhut
- O 14 apr 2007 Vervuiling
- O 13 apr 2007 Lycopodium type
- O 11 apr 2007 Moordslag
- O 10 feb 2007 De slag van Arsuf 1191 Derde Kruistocht ( 1 )
- O 15 jan 2007 Kruisboogschutter van Bourgondië
- O 10 jan 2007 Bourgondië
- O 25 dec 2006 Pflug of ploeg
- O 25 dec 2006 Ochs of os
- O 25 dec 2006 Vier leger
- O 06 dec 2006 het bloedgeulfabeltje ( 1 )
- O 06 dec 2006 goededag