Warriors of the Storm (The Saxon Stories #9)

by Bernard Cornwell

I gave Glædwine gold. Like most poets he claimed he invented his songs because he had no choice. “I never asked to be a poet,” he had told me once, “but the words just come to me, lord. They come from the Holy Ghost! He is my inspiration!” That might have been true, though I noticed the Holy Ghost was a lot more inspiring when it smelled gold or silver.