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- Translated transcription: Her uncle has left it to Vébjörg herself to choose her weapons from his storeroom full of all sorts of warrior’s equipment.
She opens the many large chests, takes out the fine swords and tests their weight in her hand, feels their sharp edges and thrills at their shine. She also tries on armour and iron helmets, until finally she can leave the weapon room fully equipped as the shield-maiden she is to be.
The choice has not been easy; it seemed to Vébjörg as if many an old weapon itself demanded to go along, as if the fine sword remembered how sweet the enemies’ blood tasted to it.
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