nd wrathfully, and his voice sounded like a clap
of thunder following the lightning flash when a tower is struck. 'What!
war? swords for Svend! round about the king, good men and true! Sons of
the golden-haired, show these men WAR.'

As he spoke he let his black cloak fall, and up from their sheaths sprang
seven swords, steel from pommel to point only; on the blades of them in
fantastic letters of gold, shone the word WESTWARD.

Then all the terrace gleamed with steel, and amid the hurtling of stones
and whizz of arrows they began to go westward.

* * * * *

The streets ran with blood, the air was filled with groans and curses,
the low waves nearest the granite pier were edged with blood, because
they first caught the drippings of the blood.

Then those of the people who durst stay on the pier saw the ships of
Svend's little fleet leaving one by one; for he had taken aboard those
ten ships whosoever had prayed to go, even at the last moment, wounded,
or dying even; better so, for in their last moments came thoughts of good
things to many of them, and it was good to be among the true.

But those haughty ones left behind, sullen and untamed, but with a
horrible indefinable dread on them that was worse than death, or mere
pain, howsoever fierce--these saw all the ships go out of the harbour
merrily with swelling sail and dashing oar, and with joyous singing of
those aboard; and Svend's was the last of all.

Whom they saw kneel down on the deck unhelmed, then all sheathed their
swords that were about him; and the Prince Robert took from Svend's hand
an iron crown fantastically wrought, and placed it on his head as he
knelt; then he continued kneeling still, till, as the ship drew further
and further away from the harbour, all things aboard of her became
indistinct.

And they never saw Svend and his brethren again.

* * * * *

Here ends what William the Englishman wrote; but afterwards (in the night-
time) he found the book of a certain chronicler which saith:

'In the spring-time, in May, the 550_th_ year from the death of Svend the
wonderful king, the good knights, sailing due eastward, came to a harbour
of a land they knew not: wherein they saw many goodly ships, but of a
strange fashion like the ships of the ancients, and destitute of any
mariners: besides they saw no beacons for the guidance of seamen, nor was
there any sound of bells or singing, though the city was vast, with many
goodly towers and palac