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- Translated transcription: Watched over by the small trolls of the mound Vébjörg sleeps fully armed and in battle dress, ready for when the time comes and the mighty one calls.
Concerned, the small figures sit and watch over her closely, making sure that nothing disturbs her sleep. Just as they are the loyal watchmen of Haraldr’s mound, so they become Vébjörg’s friends, but they cannot understand her journey and goal.
Hostility is not a matter for small trolls. Anxiously they watch how the moonlight gives the shield-maiden the paleness of death.
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