Erik rambled
with absolute ease
Hiking was
second nature to the Viking
And gale
force winds were merely a breeze
Mile after
mile he wore a smile
When he
thought about Borium and that special day
When first they’d
met and he’d carried him away
Every now
and then he’d sing out loud
About the
man he was and how much he was proud
“Good day,”
he heard a man say as he reached the top of a brae. “At least someone is gay on
this wet and wintry day.”
“My heart
brims with sweet elation,” responded Erik. "For once again there will be
reunification with the most beautiful creature in all creation.”
“Forgive me
if I’ve misconstrued, as I would not want aggravation; but I gather that we
might be of the same persuasion.”
“Your attire
and manner seem somewhat effete; but the same desires, I would bet.”
“Yes, you
are precise; and for a reasonable price, I could offer you some sugar and
spice.”
“You have
gall, impudent Gaul. I desire only one or none at all.”
“It is said
of the Norse that many are hung like a horse. I expect that is true, judging by
the size of you.”
Erik grabbed
him by the throat
“Please
don’t hurt me!” he cried. “It’s what I do to make a groat.”
Erik was
suddenly consumed with shame
And not just
because they were both the same
It was a way
to make a living and he had no right to blame
Erik let him
go and asked his name
“My name is Meric.”
“Pleased to
meet you, I am Erik.”
“Erik, very
soon day will become night, and I do not wish to make you uptight, but I can
offer a place to sleep and some needed respite.”
“Okay, young
Gaul. Show the way. I suppose I can wait another day.”
Erik awoke
in the morning with a pain in his head
But his
cause for alarm was being chained to a bed
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