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- Translated transcription: It is night. Vébjörg has settled down for the night close beside the grave mound and here her foster-brother appears to her.
The youthful figure is bathed in light, his blonde hair falls softly from his pale forehead. Vébjörg remembers it well. Gravely he points to the wound in his breast, as if reminding his playmate to remember it.
She makes a move as if to swear an oath, then the vision disappears. The mound closes again and the shield-maiden sinks back into sleep once more while a light breeze from the ocean heralds the coming day.
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