“Tyr shouted at Fenris, ‘The moon is not yours to swallow, Vanargand, not yet’. And so Tyr leapt upon the boulder that sent Fenris soaring and grabbed the beast’s tail. So startled was he, Fenrir loosened his grip on the moon, leaving craters where his fangs dug deepest, He roared in anger but was held tight by his tail. Tyr slowly began to swing the monster around and around and at last saw his moment to fling him far to the edge of Asgard, to the depths on Vanaheim, where his adventures would continue until the days of Ragnork”.
The Priestess paused for its effect and the coven all took a collective breath, then all at once shouted,
“Hail!”, and raised their cups and drank deep to the Moon. And so the Priestess finished her tale and the feasting went on into the night with great joy and endless camaraderie. .
Ivy Lieberman