"Oh, I've heard of that one." Freyr nodded with recognition. "Through the Looking Glass, right? I like that one. And the Jabberwocky. One-two, one-two, and through and through, the vorpal blade went snicker-snack! He left it dead and with its head he went gallumphing back." The way he recited the verse was like he was telling a tale in a hall of old, the rhythm of the poetry creating its own music. Then he laughed. "I should like to see a vorpal sword!"