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I fear heĪnd his fighting-men have been ambushed. "Niord should have come up with us before the battle joined. Have heard the wind whispering across the everlasting snows." "I have seen the hoar-frost glittering in the sun," she answered. Woman, have you seen the flash of mail out across the snow-plains, or The field where Wulfhere's reavers met the wolves of Bragi. This day I have seen four score men fall, and I alone have survived Of the golden haired Æsir, none has been more forward in sword-play! "By the dark gods of my own race!" he cried in anger. Of ice and snow, you who have come up from the south to adventure "Who are you to swear by Ymir?" she mocked. Never have I seen such hair, not even among the fairest daughters of Your locks blind me with their brightness. "I can not tell," said he, "whether you are of Vanaheim and mineĮnemy, or of Asgard and my friend. Ivory body was as perfect as the dream of a god.
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Her full red lips smiled, andįrom her slender feet to the blinding crown of her billowy hair, her Her eyes were likewise neither whollyīlue nor wholly grey, but of shifting colors and dancing lights andĬlouds of colors he could not define. Was like elfin-gold the sun struck it so dazzlingly that he could Now he saw that they were neither red nor yellowīut a glorious compound of both colors. His gaze went again to her unruly locks, which at first glance he had Strength fail me, they shall not take me alive. "Call up your men," said he, grasping his sword. "What matter?" Her voice was more musical than a silver-stringed harp, Than the rippling of silvery fountains, and poisonous with cruel She laughed down at the bewildered warrior. Her slender bare feet were whiter than the snow they spurned. Her body was like ivory to hisĭazed gaze, and save for a light veil of gossamer, she was naked as That he could not place or define-an unfamiliar tinge to earth and He looked up there was a strangeness about all the landscape Out of his eyes as a lion might shake his mane.Ī silvery laugh cut through his dizziness, and his sight cleared Supporting himself on one mailed arm, seeking to shake the blindness Rushing wave of blindness engulfed him and he sank down into the snow, Steps he took, and the glare of the snow fields was suddenly dimmed. Lay locked with red-haired slayers in the embrace of death. Turned away from the trampled expanse where yellow-bearded warriors Like a knife and the sky seemed shrunken and strangely apart. The glare of the sun on the snow cut his eyes The Cimmerian stood upright, trailing his sword, a sudden sick The sharp point tore through brass scales and bonesĪnd heart, and the red-haired warrior died at Conan's feet. He reeled he thrust with all the power of his broad shoulders behind Staggered and his vision was filled with red sparks as the singingīlade crashed on his helmet, shivering into bits of blue fire. Heimdul roared and leaped, and his sword flashed in deathly arc. Will you tell your brothers that you met Conan of Cimmeria." "Not in Vanaheim," growled the black-haired warrior, "but in Valhalla May know who was the last of Wulfhere's band to fall before the sword "Man," said he, "tell me your name, so that my brothers in Vanaheim The other were red as the blood on the sunlit snow. Their horned helmets showed the marks of fierce Their shields were gone, theirĬorselets battered and dinted. In the broodingīoth were tall men, built like tigers. To a tryst through the shambles of a dead world. Slowly through the corpses they came, as ghosts might come Over them, the white illimitable plain around them, the dead men at
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In that utter desolation only they moved. The nerveless hand yet gripped the broken hilt helmeted heads back-drawn in the death-throes, tilted red beards and golden beards grimly upward, as if in last invocation to Ymir the frost-giant, god of a warrior-race.Īcross the red drifts and mail-clad forms, two figures glared at each The bleak pale sun that glittered so blindingly from the ice-fields and the snow-covered plains struck sheens of silver from rent corselet and broken blade, where the dead lay as they had fallen. The clangor of the swords had died away, the shouting of the slaughter was hushed silence lay on the red-stained snow. This is the original Gods of the North by Robert E. This file has been released into the public domain by the copyright holder, its copyright has expired, or it is ineligible for copyright.
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