nd he also sang:--

"The king o'er all the Danish land
Roams, with his fire-bringing band:
The house, the hut, the farm, the town,
All where men dwelt is burned down.
O'er Denmark's plains and corn-fields,
Meadows and moors, are seen our shields:
Victorious over all, we chase
Svein's wounded men from place to place.

"Across Fiona's moor again,
The paths late trodden by our men
We tread once more, until quite near,
Through morning mist, the foes appear.
Then up our numerous banners flare
In the cold early morning air;
And they from Magnus' power who fly
Cannot this quick war-work deny."

Then Svein fled eastwards along Scania, and King Magnus returned to his
ships, and steered eastwards also along the Scanian coast, having got
ready with the greatest haste to sail. Thiodolf sings thus about it:--

"No drink but the salt sea
On board our ships had we,
When, following our king,
On board our ships we spring.
Hard work on the salt sea,
Off Scania's coast, had we;
But we laboured for the king,
To his foemen death to bring."

Svein fled to Gautland, and then sought refuge with the Swedish king,
with whom he remained all winter (A.D. 1046), and was treated with great
respect.

ENDNOTES: (1) Ship.--L.
(2) This was the name of Saint Olaf's sword,
which Magnus had recovered.--L.

35. OF KING MAGNUS'S CAMPAIGN.

When King Magnus had subdued Scania he turned about, and first went
to Falster, where he landed, plundered, and killed many people who had
before submitted to Svein. Arnor speaks of this:--

"A bloody vengeance for their guile
King Magnus takes on Falster Isle;
The treacherous Danes his fury feel,
And fall before his purpled steel.
The battle-field is covered o'er,
With eagle's prey from shore to shore;
And the king's courtmen were the first
To quench with blood the raven's thirst."

Thereafter Magnus with his fleet proceeded to the isle of Fyen, went on
land, plundered, and made great devastation. So says Arnor, the earls'
skald:--

"To fair Fiona's grassy shore
His banner now again he bore:
He who the mail-shirt's linked chains
Severs, and all its lustre stains,--
He will be long remembered there,
The warrior in his twentieth year,
Whom their black ravens from afar
Saluted a