Yipee. I'm 19 tomorrow. Sorta weird feeling, actually. Just one more year and I'll be 20. It wird be a weird wyrd. All of which are words, not all of which are Modern English.
Odin wouldn't zap me for contemplating to origins of Rome, even if he had the lightning. He was, after all, on the Trojans' side, along with Aeneas.
And it would be a skald, not a bard. Or else a scop, if we're talking Old English instead of Old Norse.
See? I know waaaaaay too much about this stuff.
