“It is.” Good to know he's listening, too, though Loki supposes after his entrance, Galen would have to be an idiot not to. “A singer of poems, no more literal meaning than that, but the stories of the skáld were history once, before history was written.”
After, too, in Asgard. Tradition dies hard in such a long-lived race. “Their songs were lies which told true stories. Childish songs of childish things as all those written by your species are. Songs of my childhood, in some cases. Songs of my children. And the children of men. Not merely battles and conquerors, but the people. The battle as it happened then was irrelevant. As it happened in the story, as we heard... that was reality.”
The only one most listeners could touch. Most. Some saw more.
“You would not like them, I expect. Usually sung without music, without much by way of dramatics. Last I was on Earth, Icelanders still sang rímur in similar style, some of them. It dwindles with time. All things do.”
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After, too, in Asgard. Tradition dies hard in such a long-lived race. “Their songs were lies which told true stories. Childish songs of childish things as all those written by your species are. Songs of my childhood, in some cases. Songs of my children. And the children of men. Not merely battles and conquerors, but the people. The battle as it happened then was irrelevant. As it happened in the story, as we heard... that was reality.”
The only one most listeners could touch. Most. Some saw more.
“You would not like them, I expect. Usually sung without music, without much by way of dramatics. Last I was on Earth, Icelanders still sang rímur in similar style, some of them. It dwindles with time. All things do.”