"Tis said, sang Saebjorn, that far out, off yonder ness, the Nine Maids
of the Island Mill stir amain the host-cruel skerry-quern - they who in
ages past ground Hamlet's meal. The good chieftain furrows the hull's
lair with his ship's beaked prow. Here the sea is called Amlodhi's Mill."
- Edda Honey
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