Summons

Huginn: From here to heaven the beacons burn, the shires have seen it plain.

Muninn: You remember Housman, as he remembered Bran the Blessed.

H: I think of sequences and false alarms. It is as if we have been flying forever, signallers of the Host, both hunted and hunter, both least and most.

M: Be careful, love, you were almost poetic there. The memories of Albion are not always the memories of the valiant, the wise, or the cunning. Sometimes, history tells us that men can be cowardly, foolish, banal.

H: Yet we have fed them (prophet and king!) and fed off them (on fields of battle). And we are summoned again for one or both.

M: And sometimes, they name us either angels or devils, forgetting that we are ravens.