(My master compels me to put pen to papyrus and preserve his thoughts; who is he to think these words so precious? May Allah forgive him his pride and vanity -- Abd al-iblis)
Not so very long ago, two squires sought to be the best Vikings that the Known Worlde would ever see. Thal and Dag were so intent to do this that they would pass notes with the Futhark Runes between them, hoping that the Master would not notice.
All winter and spring they prepared themselves while assisting the Master's work to arm the royal army. When summer had come, they had proven themselves battle worthy; the Master joined them in the caravan to the tenth battle of the Pennsic War.
Once the arms were distributed and the wine of war tasted, they joined the Master in battle against the greatest host the kingdom had ever faced. Though separated from their Master early in the battle, they fought the tide of foes with all the fury of a Dane Bramaged Bersark. So valorous their victory, so grand was that stand that all skalds fear that any tale would pale before the sooth truth.
Once the adversary had been put to rout, Dag and Thal celebrated with mead, song, and fair shield maidens in the Valhalla that is Pennsic. Well, two out of three ain't bad. They watched the Great Kings raise up the worthy and debase the scoundrels in the Great Court of the Renown. Philip the Pilgrim can attest to this.
There before the whole host of the court a graven stone from Calontir (a little known land, which must be as flat at the stones they gave to the Great Kings, or so it is said) was laid at the feet of the Kings. It chronicled the deeds of the two most Famous Viking Squires of the Known World that day done (or so Thal and Dag thought they heard, for the mead made their ears ring, and Calontirish tongues are thick).
When day broke the following morn, and the great piles of loot from the fleeing armies was divided, the Master saw to the preparation of the wain for the journey home. Finding themselves at leisure (and with swollen and sore heads), the two squires sauntered to the crest of the battlefield hill where stood the stone that chronicled their famous fortunes of war. Dag stopped to read the side of the stone facing North, and Thal began reading aloud from the Southern face of the stone.
Though the words of the Northern face were set in the vulgar tongue of Calonstani, Dag could perceive the meaning behind them. Remarkably, the words that Thal spoke aloud were much the same. "The same must be written on that side!" exclaimed the Dark Viking Squire, and as he walked round the stone he saw ***To Be Continued***.
Having seen the words that he had heard Thal speak, he was taken aback when he saw that the words were inscribed on the other side in the Futhark Runes. All of these deeds were witnessed by no less than Philip the Pilgrim, whose worth and wisdom cannot be denied.
Masalaama, Mukhtar Durr al-Jabal al-Mukhfi.