There was this story,I think it's somewhere at sacred-texts.com,but I read it in a different place,a book.It was about a Viking King,whose family had been murdered by another viking,a minstrel.Once the King's scouts captured the minstrel,and brought him to Eric(the King).The king's wife was shouting at him to kill Egil(the minstrel),she would not bear the dishonour of Eric lettying someone who had killed his own family walk away.But the king allowed Egil to live for a night(he would allow him to live that night because he was going to have a feast),and Egil got no sleep,instead he sat down amongst some basement toads and composed a whole grand,massive HUGE poem in his head-it was his art.So,the next day,he recited the poem at the King's court,it was this great poem and it was praising Eric as a great king...After he finished reciting,Eric's wife shouted again for Egil to die,but Eric said no.He let Egil go.What most sources don't clearly say is that when Eric let him go,he knew that his name would be dishonoured for the rest of his life...but it would shine in eternity,thanks to Egil's poem.So,what do you think- is your honour in life worth sacrificing,for honour in eternity?
I gots to go.
