Quadrivial Quandary:  Logophiles, Rejoice!  Each day we give you four unusual words.  Can you fit them all in one illustrative sentence?

Attempts to resolve the Quandary:


The Lochlann was a warrior, a man hardened by battle, yet capable of subtlety and, as he followed the sillage past another tarn, his nostrils twitching with the faint but present scent, up on the high shoulder of Ben Glum, he came upon his first sight of Glen Glum, with the Glum Water running down to Loch Glum and at it's head, in that cathexis when land, river, sea loch and people are held united, invested in each other and their co-dependency, the towering walls and turrets, punctured by archers' sight slits rather than windows, the inspiring and forbidding dominance of Castle Glum, stronghold of Torquil Glum, Lord of the Five Seas, First Sea Lord of Westering Scotia, Duke of Gladys and Hereditary Chieftain of Clan Glum; and as his eyes took in the Running Waters, the Whispering Grasses, the Saltsucking Sands, the tiny coracles clustered like barnacles around the black-tarred hulls of the seventy-oar longboats and the one-hundred-and-forty-oar warships, the tiny figures rolling barrels or carrying crates, hauling timber or twisting ropes, The Lochlann took one last look back along the track he had been following for a week, saw that his spoor was fast disappearing and in an hour or two none but the best would be able to tell he had come this way – ah, but He was one of the best, if not The Best, and The Lochlann could sense his coming, still a few days, perhaps a handspan, behind, but not much more, but there was noting he could about it, not yet, not here and now. but the Clash, like a mighty wave, powered by the sun and the orbiting of the Moon and the spinning of the Earth, dashing itself on rocks born in the fires which created the Earth, determined to shatter them asunder, was coming soon and there could only be one tale, with one Hero, to be told by Blind Harry, to a rapt and attentive circle, and who that Hero would be depended on the Gods and who they would favour – and so, with no more time to waste, he began to jump from rock to rock, down the steep screed, great bounding leaps closer with every step, to whatever the Future held!

(by MissTeriWoman)


The swarthy Lochlann figure
Rowed across the tarn
Leaving a pungent sillage
As he headed for our barn
I lost my rash cathexis
Of lusty Viking men
And fetched my trusty slingshot
To propel him back again.
(by OldRawgabbit)
The Quandary for Monday, April 23, 2018 consisted of: Challenge: use all four words together in one illustrative sentence.

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