13.	The Heron of Oblivion circles
	above he who swills ale at ale-feasts and
	snatches his wits. I was fettered once
	by those feathers in Gunnlod's court.

14.	I got drunk, I got so drunk
	at Fjalar's hall. The best
	ale-feasts are those where one
	can reclaim his wits the next day.