Brag, Gall and the White-Horn Bull: Prologue

The first part of a different direction - styled after the heroic epics

Listen, friends to the tale

I’ll tell of Brag and Gall

The truth of their deeds I’ll regale.

How both boys then small

Became that day brothers in battle

As the came to the war horn’s call

Seizing the Kronar’s cattle.

A great day in blood and song

A victory over that coast-dwelling throng.

Brag and Gall stand at boyhood’s bound

Future deeds and greatness’ hope

Each had seen thirteen cycles around

And now walked with the young man’s gangling lope.

The morning of our tale the boys awoke

Started by hearing the war horn blown

Leaving the hall, ducking under its hanging smoke

They stood by the group posing as if full grown. 

“Our great bull, was taken over night

It’s those salt-wetted thieves

Who stole White-Horn from our sight

When our spears slept in stacked sheaves.

Grab your sharpest war edge

Pick up your greatest clubs

Meet quickly at the forest’s ledge

We go to raid those Kronar sea cubs”

Brag and Gall ran to take their war tools

Deaf to their mothers’ words

“This is not for you young fools

Stay at home and mind the herds”