Eighth night of Yule

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As the light waned, I blóted Erce (Jǫrð, Eorþe), Nerthus and Hreþe just in case Tacitus and/or Bede was right, Fjǫrgyn, Ægir, Rán, their nine daughters, and Nehalennia in the yard with more white wine.