FROM THE HALL OF
The old stories tell us what Tyr did, but not where he lived. We like to think he kept a hall. Not a palace: a house with a long table, a laid fire and a door that is always answered. In the Hall of Tyr everything has its place, and every promise is kept.
I
The Approach
You see the Hall before you reach it: one lit window at dawn and a dog on the gravel, waiting for the door. It is a house that is kept, not shown.
II
The Hall Table
First thing through the door: keys, watch, ring. The same place every night, so the morning never starts with a search.
From this room: The Valet Tray →
III
The Study
Letters are answered the day they arrive. The post waits on the platter, the pen beside it, the seal in scarlet.
From this room: The Wide-Weave Platter · Sold out →
IV
The Dressing Room
A drawer you could open in the dark. Three trays: the watch, the cufflinks, the silk.
From this room: The Drawer Tray Set · Sold out →
V
The Library
Logs for the evening, a throw for the dog. The fire is laid by four and lit by seven.
From this room: The Riveted Basket · Sold out →
VI
The Bedroom
A chapter of the sagas, the lamp, then lights out. Even the bedside has its order.
From this room: The Tissue Case →
VII
The Oath
When the gods bound the wolf Fenrir, Tyr put his hand in the wolf's mouth as a pledge. The wolf was bound; the hand was lost; order held. Every piece from the Hall is made to that standard: we say when it will arrive, and it does.
“My word, then my hand. In that order.”
— T.
VIII
The Hall at Night
The fire, one finger of Speyside, the dog asleep. Everything in its place.
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