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I know I have spoken a lot of names and I apologize for doing that. I would like to say that Snorri Sturluson made me do it. However, it was all my own doing. Be patient. It will all come together shortly.
With that said, I continue to do exactly what I just apologized for; speak more names. I am not sure if I am becoming Snorri or he is becoming me. Well, in the far-away future it probably will not make much difference. So here we go.
There was a very rich, strong and powerful man who farmed on the island of Torg. He was a land-holder. His name was Bjorgolf. He had a son named Brynjolf. The father was a widower and getting on in years. He gave control of his land to his son. He also decided that his son needed a wife so he procured one for him.
Bjorgolf, the father, was invited to a feast. The protocol of this feast was that lots would be drawn to see which pair, man and woman, would share a drinking horn. As luck would have it Bjorgolf would sit with the beautiful Hildirid. She was the daughter of an old, humble and very rich man who farmed on Leka Island. His name was Hogni.
It seems as though that night became etched in Bjorgolf’s mind.