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 forest and fell these twenty years.—Once and again have folk whispered of my death; but this I believe, that they shall not lay me beneath the sod before I have seen my vengeance.

There is there a long life before you. What have you in mind to do?

Do? How should I know what I will do? It has never been my part to plot and plan. That is where you must help me. You have the wit for that. I have but my sword and my two arms.

Your sword is rusted, Olaf Skaktavl! All the swords in Norway are rusted.

That is doubtless why some folk fight only with their tongues.—Inger Gyldenlöve—great is the change in you. Time was when the heart of a man beat in your breast.

Put me not in mind of what.

'Tis for that very purpose I am here. You  hear me, even if