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But you forget, lamtlanders,
That my old father you slew
While in his sleep he lay.
“My father fared hither from far-off shores,
Unloaded his ships and bought a farm,
Quietly lived in the village,
Unknown and making no friends.
He broke his acres and sowed them,
Cattle he brought to the market,
Cleared new soil in the forest,
Gaining both goods and gold.
In the village envy enkindled
Seared his fair name and report,
Maligned him for witchcraft and cattle-lifting,
Harried his kindly nature.
When on that stormy winter night
The ring disappeared from Odin’s hand,
Him ’t was you named, demanding
For Odin speedy revenge.
Straight from the temple-gateway
You swept like fire through the forest,
On to his high-timbered house,
Burned him within it, and laughed.
“Hear from me now, all ye Iamtland men,
Of the things that happened that night:
Vikar of Tiundaland, my brother,
Dragged me out in the cold.
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