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- Translated transcription: It is the Sea Wolves, and a battle is unavoidable. Now Vébjörg shall avenge her father. Clad in armour she has advanced to the bow of the ship. Her heart throbs with expectation, and she stares fixedly towards her enemies.
Behind her the men fill the seats and hold. They have sharpened their swords on the edges of their shields. The shields themselves they have no use for.
A cry sounds from behind the shield-maiden:
“Hail to Vébjörg, our leader!”
Vébjörg herself stands unconcerned at the prow, but soon she will have her sword brought to her, throw off her flowing cloak and return to her proper place on the ship’s raised afterdeck.
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