Of Witchcraft and Darkness That hateful witch, mother of Seiðr, Spread her filth across Miðgarðr, her name was Heiðr. She took our strength, and also our light Our örlög she knew, her power quite a fright. Her vile ways brought us the vices Nine, Each full of hatred, opposing virtues Divine. Murder came first, then Perjury followed, Adultery came next, our pure love it swallowed. Sacrilege so dark, our hearts turned cold as ice, And Greed so destructive, a truly terrible vice. Thievery brought terror, and destroyed much trust, A sword became necessary, to defend with its thrust. She spread dire Treason,

Winter has arrived in full. Today, I awake with a tiny ray of sunlight streaming through the smoke hole in the roof. The thin, white whisps from the fireplace makes the light dance like elves, sprinkling glittery dust in all directions. I pull on my light, linen underdress and boots and walk outside. The pristine beauty of fresh snow meets my eyes, stinging in the bright sunlight. Everywhere the ground is covered by a thick blanket of sparkling fluff. The grains creak under my feet as I walk across the yard to the latrine. Thorstein is early at the wood block as usual, splitting today's store of firewood. A great gust of frosty mist flows f