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IN THE CAMP 71
Behind them lay Tormod in Gissur’s lap.
Crouching sat Torfinn,
Humming raked up the fire.
At the same moment all saw the men;
Torfinn grinned, and Finn burst out laughing;
Bjorn became thoughtful, reached for his sword,
The bishop grew pale,
The King alone sat still as before.
Questioning gazed he, but spoke no word.
Clearly his features were seen in the fire-light,
His helmet was dofted, and his brown-yellow hair
Streaming fell down
Over the shoulders wrapped in his cloak.
Felt the men his masterful look
Like a stream of fire through their veins coursing,
Hastened to speak,.ere the question came; —
Fear felt they not,
But it seemed as if all he saw.
«“ Brothers we are from Jamtland come,
Our names are Tore and Afrafaste.
Warriors were we with Arnljot Gelline;
Now we are thine,
We and our band, some thirty men.”
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