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ARNLJOT GELLINE
‘To the King uplifted,
Melancholy no longer,
But peaceful.
There fell also Gissur,
Skald of the golden eyebrows,
And beside him Torfinn,
He sang:
“Now my best lay to thee,
King, have I given,
Red now it praises
Thy name.”
There was also Tormod
Fatally wounded,
With a spear transfixing
His breast.
Broke he the shaft of it,
Dared not draw forth the point
To his heart piercing;
For look:
The King was in danger!
Forward leaped Tormod,
With his sword cleaving
A way.
From the King now parted,
Forced himself Tormod,
Bleeding and trembling,
Forward,
Found the King death-weary
O’er a rock bending,
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