Jan 21, 2013
Þat mælti mín móðir, at mér skyldi kaupa fley ok fagrar árar, fara á brott með víkingum, standa upp í stafni, stýra dýrum knerri, halda svá til hafnar, hǫggva mann ok annan.
Poem from Egils Saga, by Egil at the age of seven
(Then says my mother that someone should buy for me a ship with pretty oars, to go away with vikings, stand up on the prow steer the expensive ship, sail to harbor, chop men and others.)