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Rh knight was thrilled at the song. Then, sang the Norse bard, there came to the wanderer a face of matchless beauty, as he watched an Irish princess choose her husband.

“Who art thou?” questioned Kavaran, full of the adventures he had heard, and his heart touched by the thought of the wronged and exiled king. “Who art thou?”

The stranger smiled, and throwing back his hood of white fur, cried aloud, as one proclaiming a mighty truth:

“I am Olaf Tryggevesson, the rightful king of Norway.”