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50 With a cry, terrible to hear from his strong throat, Olaf broke from his merry Norsemen and striding up the street, flung himself into the palace.

Weeping women stood around the body of Gyda, as the tall king threw himself on the remains of all that was lovely in life, and shed hot, bitter tears on this the day of his great hope’s fruition.