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Northwards soon
To crave his birthright
Styrbjörn shall row
With a hundred keels.
His gallant men
With victory flaming
Shall make full merry
In Erik's halls.

I quit.

"His horns (notwithstanding their single, momentary and unobserved diminution) had grown both thick and longer, twirling themselves into fanciful arabesques, wreathing his head in a turban of darkening bone." The English language is neat.

Slow going.