SEIðRMAðR GALDR SPá

[The Secret Commonwealth of the elves comments: “In darkness, twilight creeps, a somber scene Upon the slumbering souls, like art serene. Caravaggio fades and Monet shines, A sleepy author opens waking eyes”.] Dawn's rosy touch. Pi's words arose: "Greetings to our hosts! heartfelt in prose, With thanks and payment both, I shall Narrate the tale heard from mentor, I, Whose name was i, and his own teacher's e, Whose story came from n's numerical mouth: Once a captain roamed the land, With a Gaelic tongue and steady hand. In Crossroad Valley's heart he came, To a greening tree stump he then lay claim. His top hat placed with brim so grand, He met a being both epicene and Hebetic. With DNA like sharks unplanned, He hummed the ballad ‘And Green Grows The Holly’ To boldly soar beyond all ken, To worlds where none of us have been. The creature spoke with voice so sweet, ‘I am Seiðrmaðr Galdr Spá, a name that's quite unique. Yet, if this appellation doth trouble thee, You may call me simply as the Pukka, you see’”. The elves, The Secret Commonwealth, the Kingdom of Nature Spirits, commented: “The melody of Pi's tale, Like Schubert's music does regale. And like a stream, elusive, clear, Escaping sight, but near”.
[The Secret Commonwealth of the elves comments: “Dark and twilight follow one after the other over the sleepers as, in an art gallery, a canvas by Caravaggio might give way to a painting by Monet. Then, the author of the present narrative, still sleepy-eyed, looks around him at everything that comes into sight”.] At the break of dawn -she of rosy fingers-, Pi addressed our hosts with this heartfelt speech: "In token of thanks, and even as a remuneration, I shall narrate to you a tale I heard from my imaginary mentor, named i, who, in turn, had received it from the mouth of his own tutor, whose mathematical name was e, as in turn this latter one also did from the numerical jaws of n, his pet. Well, without further ado, here is the aforementioned tale: Once upon a time there was a captain of the Admiralty nicknamed Reverend Church whose brogue happened to be same as that which characterizes Gaelic Celticism, and who set out to saunter through the Highlands until he found, in the middle of the Crossroad Valley, a greening tree stump and placed his top hat, the one with a sombrero brim, on it. As a result, there appeared to him someone Hebetic and epicene (no doubt because his DNA, like that of the sharks, was not frayed), and he welcomed Mr. Church humming the ballad 'And Green Grows The Holly' (aka ‘Roudedenberry’) in order to boldly soar, both of them, thanks to its tune, after departing from Roxburghshire, over the final frontier in the direction of worlds which none of us has ever yet visited. Furthermore, the cute, neotenic creature introduced himself: 'I am Seiðrmaðr Galdr Spá. But if my appellation is difficult for you to pronounce, you may interpellate me as the Pukka'”. [The elves, The Secret Commonwealth or Kingdom of Nature Spirits commented: “The melody with which Pi has ended his story reminds us of Schubert's music, as well as of a mischievous and singing stream that escapes our gaze”.]