With bold and bloody hands, the Nordic chieftain took me up. Well, not me, but my progenitor, full 40 rungs below me on the ladder. He solemnly squeeze-shut his eyes to recite the ancient, potent lay:

May thou, and thy sons after thee,
ever wield the steely sword
and ply the oaken oar.
May ye always breathe in acrid smoke,

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With bold and bloody hands, the Nordic chieftain took me up. Well, not me, but my progenitor, full 40 rungs below me on the ladder. He solemnly squeeze-shut his eyes to recite the ancient, potent lay:

May thou, and thy sons after thee,
ever wield the steely sword
and ply the oaken oar.
May ye always breathe in acrid smoke,

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With bold and bloody hands, the Nordic chieftain took me up. Well, not me, but my progenitor, full 40 rungs below me on the ladder. He solemnly squeeze-shut his eyes to recite the ancient, potent lay:

May thou, and thy sons after thee,
ever wield the steely sword
and ply the oaken oar.
May ye always breathe in acrid smoke,

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ow me on the ladder. He solemnly squeeze-shut his eyes to recite the ancient, potent lay:

May thou, and thy sons after thee,
ever wield the steely sword
and ply the oaken oar.
May ye always breathe in acrid smoke,

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ons after thee,
ever wield the steely sword
and ply the oaken oar.
May ye always breathe in acrid smoke,
sleep in clamor, die in battle.

If he could squint his healthful eye and peer through flames unto this time, would that hoary chieftain take up that wan smile of his to see me as I am, doing what I do?

My footfall never wakes the virgin forest, but still The Jungle is my hunting ground. And week by week as I do battle, which on The Street they call, “murder and acquisition,” heads still roll, and blood still flows.

My oar, though electronic and not oaken, still navigates