Bulletin #5 ▲ 2 December 992
The following bulletin is read aloud at the morning and evening meals,
and is also duplicated with a spell and hung around various locations in the hall for literate members.
Warriors and shield-maidens of Durmstrang, Rædwald the Riddler has come!
Can you guess my riddle? I think it quite fitting for your grand school!
I am a solitary being, wounded by iron
maimed by the sword, wearied with battle-deeds,
exhausted by sword-edges. Often I see battle,
terrible enemies. I expect no comfort,
no help will come to me in the battle
before at last I am done to death;
but the leavings of hammers, hard-edged,
war-sharp, the handiwork of smiths, bite deeply into me,
in the stronghold of the city; I can but await
a more fearsome encounter. I am never
able to find physicians in the city
who could heal my wounds with herbs,
but for me the sword wounds become wider
through death blows by day and by night.
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