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- Translated transcription: Calmly the stranger frees his arm from the heavy cape, weighing for a moment the light weapon in his hand then throws and – pins Haraldr to the wall of the barn.
What is it that has happened?
The young boy slumps heavily over the spear, which with unerring sureness has pierced his heart, its hard point sunk deep into the sturdy timber of the barn wall.
The wind sweeps through the old ash trees of the farm, as if a sigh of sorrow is spreading from tree to tree:
What is it that has happened?
How pale is his cheek
That just now was so red.
How dull are his eyes
That just now were shining.
Stained with blood, he is dead.
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