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silver cloud which rose higher and higher until the Saviour floated to meet it, reaching a hand into the clouds and whisking his mother up to highest Heaven … Now she sits crowned at his side, pleading the cause of mortal women … It transpired that Our Lady was not the only statue in the elf-mound … For here the images of the holy saints, carved, cast and painted, from our own and our neighbouring districts had been preserved when twilight fell over the land like snow, like ash from the infernal lava-spewing Mount Hekla that is fatal to any livestock that have not been brought into shelter … For what are we but your flock, O Lord? We face the same perils as the cattle, sheep and geese that graze on grass turned an acrid black by the disaster … That is why your flock has hidden its salvation underground, and from there draws its strength, acting in secret while celebrating in its heart, until the rule of the usurpers has come to an end and the libertine hordes lie with their innards burst open like young rats that have gorged themselves in the tallow barrel … From this fair meeting with the Virgin in the Mary Mound, little Master Nosy’s childish mind became gripped with the conviction that every mound, knoll and bump in the landscape concealed heavenly wonders … Shortly before his death, my grandfather Hákon entrusted to me, then twenty-three years old, the instructions that showed where the True Believers had buried their saints … This later became my passport to the fortress of learning that is Hólar … There I exchanged the instructions for the schooling and priestly education of my son, Reverend Pálmi Gudmundur Jónasson … Not that he has had much joy of being the son of Jónas the Learned, but the poor fellow obtained his place at Hólar because I knew the hiding places of those who had escaped the twilight portents, though that was not all I had to pay towards his keep: there was also the piece of paper proving Sheriff Ari of Ögur’s treasonous dealings, that is, the contract he made with the Spaniards over the harpooning of whales, in defiance of his monarch’s strict edict banning foreign ships from entering Icelandic waters, which referred to the captains who sailed to these shores as ‘filthy thieves’ …
     

     
SHELL-HEAD ,
or
HUMPBACK WHALE:
has shells and barnacles covering most of its head. Wherever the water is deep enough it rubs itself against barnacle-encrusted rocks. Of all the inedible whales, this is the greatest scourge of ships and men, for it will charge at boats and smash them in two with its fins, flippers or tail. At times it will block men’s course, so they have no alternative but to collide with it. Upon which it will cast the ship high in the air if it can, and pick off everyone on board, unless men succeed in dodging so that it misjudges and charges past. However, the sound of an iron file is insupportable to it, causing it to go mad or kill itself. On hearing the sound of a thin piece of iron, about the size of a saw, being rasped against the gunwale using a large file, the humpback will be repulsed and flee or, if shallows are to be found nearby, take its own life by running aground. It contains a good deal of blubber and its short baleen makes fine runners for sledges. The humpback can grow to some sixty ells long.
     

     
    Yes, strutting sandpiper, your footprints in the sandy beach are your handwriting; thus you write your ephemeral tales and reports of what you have seen on your short-winged travels … I learnt to form letters and illuminate capitals in the scriptorium in my grandfather’s house, where I was entrusted with the copying and compilation of books … These were minor works at first, timeless neither in content nor in execution … A ballad or two and verses to entertain the traveller; handy little books containing instructions on how to cook tasty dishes; prayer books, and workbooks in which to preserve illustrations found in borrowed tomes