Futhorc — Runes: Sunday, September 20

Tir in the English poem is a star, a sign that keeps faith with nobles, always on its course over the night's mists and never failing. The god has gone out of the letter and what remains is the one fixed thing in the sky. Today, be that for somebody. Not the hero, not the judge: the point that does not move, which lets everyone else find their way in the dark. Constancy is the whole instruction.