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84 And laughter shook the chest beneath

The maid Ultruda's charm—

The little silver crucifix

That keeps a man from harm.

"You speak to Salem Hardieker,

"You was his girl, I know.

"I ship mineselfs to-morrow, see,

"Und round the Skaw we go,

"South, down the Cattegat, by Hjelm,

"To Besser in Saro."

When love rejected turns to hate,

All ill betide the man.

"You speak to Salem Hardieker"—

She spoke as woman can.

A scream—a sob—"He called me—names!"

And then the fray began.

An oath from Salem Hardieker,

A shriek upon the stairs,

A dance of shadows on the wall,

A knife-thrust unawares—

And Hans came down, as cattle drop,

Across the broken chairs.