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He ran at me swinging his axe; I meant but to defend myself, and struck the death-blow unawares.

Many here saw all that befell.

Lady Margit, crave what fine you will. I am ready to pay it.

I crave naught. God will judge us all. Yet stay—one thing I require. Forgo your evil design upon my sister.

Never again shall I essay to redeem my baleful pledge. From this day onward I am a better man. Yet would I fain escape dishonourable punishment for my deed. [To ] Should you be restored to favour and place again, say a good word for me to the King!

I? Ere the sun sets, I must have left the country.

[To ] You go? And Signë with you?