On the slope of a naked rock somewhere in Ska?inawjo - the isles

of Ska?is - a blonde, fur-clad man immortalises his memory of

Mannus, the oldest Ing. A large manlike shape is engraved in the

rock; bloodred in colour, with a large phallus.

His hands are stretching toward the sky. Mannus, the son of

Tuisto, made sure his tribe survived the cold north together with

his sons; Inguz, Herminuz and Istwo. Tuisto's heart is warmed by

the sight of his descendants; he knows the gods are not

forgotten. Then - he reasons - there is hope after all, for the

coming generations.