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ARNLJOT GELLINE
Gripped by their mood so joyous
Said the King then:
“Skalds, now sing us a war-song,
All of us will echo every word;
Norsemen will sing it in ages
Far distant —
As long as they shall love song
Before battle.”
Then sang Gissur the swarthy,
While forward by the side of the King he rode,
Pledging troth to his liege-lord
In measures lofty.
Each stave the army noted,
High upsoared Gissur’s silver-clear tones,
Echoed them all the army,
Like the ocean
Billow on billow rolled over
The meadow.
Then sang Tormod the mighty,
In the van he rode, but backward turned his face,
Drew from his hearers responses
‘Tempestuous.
The stave they learned; they sang it
Almost before he himself had ended with it,
Jubilant caught and repeated,
Andysang. it...
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