Tis

Heimskringla

• attestation: 'Tis evil counsel to deprive Our king of countrymen to strive To save their country (Heimskringla > The Chronicle Of The Kings Of Norway > 178. King Olaf'S Counsels.)

  "'Tis evil counsel to deprive Our king of countrymen to strive To save their country, sword in hand: Tis money that betrays our land."

The king held meetings with the men of the court, and sometimes House-things with all his people, and consulted with them what they should, in their opinion, undertake."

• relationship: 'Tis a sweet-smiling lovely wife (Heimskringla > part in the government with his brother Hardaknut. In the same autumn > 18. King Magnus'S Marriage.)

  "'Tis a sweet-smiling lovely wife."

Grettir's Saga

• attestation: Tis is attested in connection with Borgfirdings Balljokull (The Saga Of Grettir The Strong > Chapter Liv. Adventure With Lopt)

  "'Tis the place which the Borgfirdings Balljokull call.""

Njál's Saga

• attestation: She made a statement to Tis (The Story Of Burnt Njal > 1. Of Fiddle Mord > 103. The Slaying Of Hauskuld Njal'S Son)

  "She looked at the wounds, and said, "'Tis even as I thought, that he could not be quite dead, and Njal no doubt can cure greater wounds."

After that they took the body and laid it on the sledge and drove to Bergthorsknoll, and drew it into the sheepcote, and made him sit upright against the wall."

• attestation: "See! warp is stretched For warriors' fall, Lo! weft in loom 'Tis wet with blood; Now fight foreboding, 'Neath friends' swift fingers, Our grey woof waxeth With war's alarms, Our warp bloodred, Our... (The Story Of Burnt Njal > 1. Of Fiddle Mord > The Woof Of War.)

  ""See! warp is stretched For warriors' fall, Lo! weft in loom 'Tis wet with blood; Now fight foreboding, 'Neath friends' swift fingers, Our grey woof waxeth With war's alarms, Our warp bloodred, Our weft corseblue.

  "This woof is y-woven With entrails of men, This warp is hardweighted With heads of the slain, Spears blood-besprinkled For spindles we use, Our loom ironbound, And arrows our reels; With swords for our shuttles This war-woof we work; So weave we, weird sisters, Our warwinning woof.

  "Now Warwinner walketh To weave in her turn, Now Swordswinger steppeth, Now Swiftstroke, now Storm; When they speed the shuttle How spearheads shall flash!"