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- Translated transcription: The moorings have been severed and the dragon has begun its journey. The shield-maiden walks to the stern, standing high on the raised afterdeck for one last farewell to land and all its memories. Now there is only the Vikings’ journey, battle and victory.
The life on the rocking boards soon became Vébjörg’s greatest pleasure. She could understand only too well the kings of the sea, who felt it a greater honour to ride the dragon with its sail wings to battle on the foaming waves than to recline on the pillows of the high seat in the gloomy hall. Sweeter sings the bowstring over the open sea than on the hunt in the closed forest.
Soon she greeted gladly each billowing wave; she would laugh at them when they splashed over the gunwales and half-filled the hold. Never would she strike the sail, even in the wildest gale.
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