. A child's book of warriors . hip. Thenonce again the Wendish skeid came out to Olaf: Ourmen will fight for you, will gladly die or win with you,whichever way fortune goes. But the king wouldnot take their help. Yet you may be of goodservice to me, he said, if you will stay upon thespot where you have been all day. So the skeid returned to anchor; and Ironbeardcame again to the attack, and all about Dane andSwede darted and stung like a host of logs were hoisted and dropped on board theDragon till she took a heavy list to weatherward, andEriks men swarmed over the bulwarks. Thri
. A child's book of warriors . hip. Thenonce again the Wendish skeid came out to Olaf: Ourmen will fight for you, will gladly die or win with you,whichever way fortune goes. But the king wouldnot take their help. Yet you may be of goodservice to me, he said, if you will stay upon thespot where you have been all day. So the skeid returned to anchor; and Ironbeardcame again to the attack, and all about Dane andSwede darted and stung like a host of logs were hoisted and dropped on board theDragon till she took a heavy list to weatherward, andEriks men swarmed over the bulwarks. Thrice did Olaf hurl his spears, double-handed,at the earl, but Erik stood unscathed. Littlewonder! said Olaf when he perceived that thedweller of the prow had been changed, and in theplace of Thor a gold cross stood on Ironbeard. The forecastle was abandoned, and the Northmen,drunk with the joy of battle, slowly yielded foot byfoot as they drew aft. In that last heroic stand wereHyrning and Thorgeir, Red Wulf and Einar, and 282 I. I The Last Sea-Fight Kolbiorn Kings Shadow, who had dressed so like theking as to fill mens minds with uncertainty whichwas which. High on the poop stood Olaf in gilded helm, withhis shield glittering on his arm, and over his sark ofring-mail he wore a sleeveless coat of scarlet Kolbiorn went up and stood beside him, itseemed as though there were two kings. As the earls horde made a fierce rush a blaze ofsplendour came from the setting sun, so that thefigures on the poop seemed to vanish in its when that wondrous light abated there was noone seen in Olafs place, and the last of the stalwartmen of the Great Dragon plunged into the sea. A frantic clamour of victory rose from the alliedfleets. In the swarms of skiffs and cutters chasingthe Northmen who had gone overboard the seamenjoined in the exultant cry, and ceased from friends and craven foes, the Jomsvikingsrowed cheering into the tossing field of conflict.
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