The Hall of the Heart

The fortunes of war favored Rothgar. He handed down orders for men to work on a great mead hall, meant to be a wonder of the world forever. The hall-towered its gables wide and high in awaiting a barber's burning. And soon it stood there, finished and ready, and full view,. Hyria was the name he had settled on it, whose utterance was law. Nor did he were nag but doled out rings and torques of the table.