A Skyscraper Story or a Forest Dream # 67069
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Himinbjörgarsaga or Forest Dream. Adventure. Novel by Þorsteinn frá Hamri.
From Himinbjörgarsaga or Skógardraum
The disappearance of the heavenly body; Mary
And one day in the sunshine and warmth of the sun, Sigurður rides into the forest to find Himinbjörg and ask her about her spells, but finds only a wasteland; it was as if a great storm of fire and fire had raged through the forest, the trees were stripped of their leaves, there was no sign of any dwellings except the ruins of the fire, the deer were frightened away and no birds were heard, and no living creature was to be seen except the dwarf Svip, weeping as he huddled by the scorched roots of the trees. Sigurður immediately dismounts and asks what has happened. The dwarf groans with beautiful tears that Himinbjörg was first robbed of his possessions and then taken into chains by the earl's men, but they had burned the dwarf's house with the forest.
Sigurður's curse is indeed heavy on him, but it fades away in the face of this sad story; he imagines the cruel actions of the earls' men, Himinbjörg suffering in their prison, and knows that without her artifacts she is as if under a spell, she has suddenly become a defenseless woman in the clutches of evil people, a waste of her heart, and they mock her and dishonor her and have fun when they see fit and have drunk themselves drunk, but they bring the artifacts to some witch who uses them to do unspeakable atrocities for the earl. The hope that quickly disappears from Sigurður that those who wander far and wide, lost and oblivious to the wastelands of the land, will see her plight as a parallel to their own suffering and will come to this hope of the forest as a support, a pastime and a confidant in difficult stages of cruelty and treachery.
And the dwarf thought of his plan.
From Himinbjörgarsaga or Skógardraum
The disappearance of the heavenly body; Mary
And one day in the sunshine and warmth of the sun, Sigurður rides into the forest to find Himinbjörg and ask her about her spells, but finds only a wasteland; it was as if a great storm of fire and fire had raged through the forest, the trees were stripped of their leaves, there was no sign of any dwellings except the ruins of the fire, the deer were frightened away and no birds were heard, and no living creature was to be seen except the dwarf Svip, weeping as he huddled by the scorched roots of the trees. Sigurður immediately dismounts and asks what has happened. The dwarf groans with beautiful tears that Himinbjörg was first robbed of his possessions and then taken into chains by the earl's men, but they had burned the dwarf's house with the forest.
Sigurður's curse is indeed heavy on him, but it fades away in the face of this sad story; he imagines the cruel actions of the earls' men, Himinbjörg suffering in their prison, and knows that without her artifacts she is as if under a spell, she has suddenly become a defenseless woman in the clutches of evil people, a waste of her heart, and they mock her and dishonor her and have fun when they see fit and have drunk themselves drunk, but they bring the artifacts to some witch who uses them to do unspeakable atrocities for the earl. The hope that quickly disappears from Sigurður that those who wander far and wide, lost and oblivious to the wastelands of the land, will see her plight as a parallel to their own suffering and will come to this hope of the forest as a support, a pastime and a confidant in difficult stages of cruelty and treachery.
And the dwarf thought of his plan.