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 So, entering in, I crossed the mighty hall;

The volleying smoke from firewood blew about.

The wind-gusts stirred the hangings on the wall

So that the woven chivalry stood out

Wave-like and charging, putting all to rout—

The evil things they fought with, men like beasts,

Wolf soldiers, tiger kings, hyena priests.

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