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ng Olaf, to accompany him on his journey. It was a journey for which people had no great inclination. There was, however, great friendship between Bjorn and Sigvat. Then Sigvat sang:-- "With the king's marshals all have I, In days gone by, Lived joyously,-- With all who on the king attend, And knee before him humbly bend, Bjorn, thou oft hast ta'en my part-- Pleaded with art, And touched the heart. Bjorn! brave stainer of the sword, Thou art my friend--I trust thy word." While they were riding up to Gautland, Sigvat made these verses:-- "Down the Fjord sweep wind and rain, Our stout ship's sails and tackle strain; Wet to the skin. We're sound within, And gaily o'er the waves are dancing, Our sea-steed o'er the waves high prancing! Through Lister sea Flying all free; Off from the wind with swelling sail, We merrily scud before the gale, And reach the sound Where we were bound. And now our ship, so gay and grand, Glides past the green and lovely land, And at the isle Moors for a while. Our horse-hoofs now leave hasty print; We ride--of ease there's scanty stint-- In heat and haste O'er Gautland's waste: Though in a hurry to be married, The king can't say that we have tarried." One evening late they were riding through Gautland, and Sigvat made these verses:-- "The weary horse will at nightfall Gallop right well to reach his stall; When night meets day, with hasty hoof He plies the road to reach a roof. Far from the Danes, we now may ride Safely by stream or mountain-side; But, in this twilight, in some ditch The horse and rider both may pitch." They rode through the merchant town of Skara, and down the street to the earl's house. He sang:-- "The shy sweet girls, from window high In wonder peep at the sparks that fly From our horses heels, as down the street Of the earl's town we ride so fleet. Spur on!--that every pretty lass May hear our horse-hoofs as we pass Clatter upon the stones so hard, And echo round the paved court-yard." 71. HJALTE SKEGGJASON WHILE HE WAS IN SVITHIOD. One day Hjalte, and the skalds with him, went before the king, and he began thus:--"It has so h
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