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288 back and forth. The strangers cooled well their mood with wounds. None might part the strife, and so blood was seen to flow from mortal wounds, many of which were dealt. Each one was heard to wail for friends. All the great king’s doughty warriors died, and loving kinsmen mourned them passing sore.