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I have waited for my vengeance; but now, alive or dead, I swear to thee by my brothers' graves that thou shall have his head."

It was a glorious sight to see, when those two warriors met: The one dark as a thunder-cloud, in strength and manhood set; The other young and beautiful, with lithe and graceful form, But terrible as is the flash that rushes through the storm.

And eye to eye, and hand to hand, in deadly strife they stood, And smoked the ground whereon they fought, hot with their mingled blood;