Bergen
§A It is somewhat late to deliver as a gift, the silver that Svein Dynta found dirty in the ground - so say the courtiers of the generous king also; I request the punishment; the wrath of God, for stiff the neck as the men are weary, for the head which lied to the precious destroyer of those who breech the law.
§B Sigurd Amundsson owns me
Norse scaldic verse on a stick. For close-ups : point at the picture.
A handle with the first three runes of the fuþork carved onto it.
