St David's Day

Huginn: They had many kings. A whole long line, dynasties where He would have none, signs of man's power where they should have none. It's the second one that comes to mind.

Muninn: I remember him. There wasn't a carnivore he wouldn't sling a stone at. The sheep were always afraid he'd hit one of them instead. And cautious, conniving. Would never pack a single shot when he could have a six-pack.

H: He was a wizard with engineering. Manipulation. Forces, tension, energy. Ballistics.

M: That's how he finally won his throne. Killed a giant (what could have stopped his stone?), dodged a spear (only he would have looked for its angle of flight!) and went around making himself popular. Wrote a lot of poetry too, and published the political bits as scripture.

H: Thank God for editors. His son the preacher did a good hatchet job, although he left in some of the 'kill them all' pieces.

M: I will remember him most for the nasty look he gave me as he slung a rock in my direction just before he killed the giant. That's why he had only five in hand that day.