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Then proclaimed Hnaef |
the battle-young king: |
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'This is not the eastern dawn |
nor is a dragon flying here |
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nor here do this hall's |
gables burn. |
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But here they bear forth, |
birds screech, |
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the war-wood clashes, |
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the shield answers the shaft. |
Now the moon shines, |
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wandering under the clouds; |
now woe-deeds come to pass |
The Battle at Finnesburh edited & translated by Benjamin Slade from Lambeth Palace MS 487/489 [non-extant],original destroyed, text from Hickes' Thesaurus
CHAPTER 2 THE FALL OF NOWHERE
Major Moran waved
away flies and crawled over the bodies. Past the video jukebox, to
the broken window. “Watch 'em Sarge, they’re a bit squelchy.”
He unclipped the camera sight from his gun, tapped the key pad on his
sleeve, flipped down his video visor, and held the camera through the
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