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- Translated transcription: As in a strange, unexplainable dream Vébjörg once more sits aback Óðinn’s fleet horse.
High up under the dim night sky their journey goes through heavy clouds and icy fog, then they drop down, until they seem to be almost skimming the ocean’s constantly changing surface. Vébjörg experiences it like a ship journeying over long swells.
The mighty one is silent and Vébjörg senses no other sound but the wind’s moaning and the all-encompassing rush of the rapid ride.
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