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 I killed them all before daybreak—I hoked them out of their lair; I cut off a hundred heads with a single stroke of my sword, And then I danced on their graves and carried away their hoard.

Does anything stir on the sea?

Not even a fish or a gull: I can see for a mile or two, now that the moon's at the full.

[A distant shout.]

Ah—there—there is someone who calls us.