Triskelion

Huginn: We are bound in this, three in triptych, pulled this way and that, rounding the round, mapping the map, bestriding the world like a bitch in heat.

Muninn: And where did you learn words like that?

H: I was listening to Myrddin again. I had no idea his name was cognate with 'merdé'.

M: It isn't. It's just something he puts about to garner sympathy or repel boarders.

H: Well, a night of the spirits with him, and the room was rounding the round indeed. At one point, I saw wheels within wheels all climbing hills like the White Horse at Uffington.

M: I have this vision of the sign of Man, the triskelion.