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THE COMING OF ARNLJOT
“‘ Greetings, people-leader,
Here at thy feet I bow me,
Give myself wholly to thee.
Be of my gift not scornful,
Late though and single to thee my coming.”
The King smiled, saying:
“Art thou not Arnljot Gelline?
From thee a gift and a message
Got I of them thou didst rescue.
Waited have I long for thy coming.”
Arnljot the King then answered:
“ Nowise found I an errand,
Nor to me clear was the pathway,
Till I in a vision beheld thee
Pass me by as a light from eastward.”
The King smiled, saying:
““Comest thou now to baptism,
Of thine own strength grown weary,
Northland’s mightiest warrior,
Fair indeed to me is the omen.”
Arnljot the King then answered:
“Nay, I come to thee only.
Thou, King, ownest my service,
Thee alone will I believe in.
Broken is all that to now hath upborne me.”
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