
They say a living man's name has no place in the song, yet today the singer paused one breath at that empty place and moved on. I won't set down why my hands went cold, listening to the laughter spread low through the hall.
Since when do you come all the way down to hear songs for the living, Herva.
The skald pausing a beat wasn't a slip. It means the price still isn't paid in full.




