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And
south
I
went
,
when
the
ice
passed
out
of
the
fjord
,
in
Jarl
Agard
's
ships
.
I
was
made
drink-boy
and
sword-bearer
to
him
,
and
in
lieu
of
other
name
was
called
Ragnar
Lodbrog
.
Agard
's
country
was
neighbour
to
the
Frisians
,
and
a
sad
,
flat
country
of
fog
and
fen
it
was
.
I
was
with
him
for
three
years
,
to
his
death
,
always
at
his
back
,
whether
hunting
swamp
wolves
or
drinking
in
the
great
hall
where
Elgiva
,
his
young
wife
,
often
sat
among
her
women
.
I
was
with
Agard
in
south
foray
with
his
ships
along
what
would
be
now
the
coast
of
France
,
and
there
I
learned
that
still
south
were
warmer
seasons
and
softer
climes
and
women
.
But
we
brought
back
Agard
wounded
to
death
and
slow-dying
.
And
we
burned
his
body
on
a
great
pyre
,
with
Elgiva
,
in
her
golden
corselet
,
beside
him
singing
.
And
there
were
household
slaves
in
golden
collars
that
burned
of
a
plenty
there
with
her
,
and
nine
female
thralls
,
and
eight
male
slaves
of
the
Angles
that
were
of
gentle
birth
and
battle-captured
.
And
there
were
live
hawks
so
burned
,
and
the
two
hawk-boys
with
their
birds
.
But
I
,
the
drink-boy
,
Ragnar
Lodbrog
,
did
not
burn
.
I
was
eleven
,
and
unafraid
,
and
had
never
worn
woven
cloth
on
my
body
.
And
as
the
flames
sprang
up
,
and
Elgiva
sang
her
death-song
,
and
the
thralls
and
slaves
screeched
their
unwillingness
to
die
,
I
tore
away
my
fastenings
,
leaped
,
and
gained
the
fens
,
the
gold
collar
of
my
slavehood
still
on
my
neck
,
footing
it
with
the
hounds
loosed
to
tear
me
down
.
In
the
fens
were
wild
men
,
masterless
men
,
fled
slaves
,
and
outlaws
,
who
were
hunted
in
sport
as
the
wolves
were
hunted
.
For
three
years
I
knew
never
roof
nor
fire
,
and
I
grew
hard
as
the
frost
,
and
would
have
stolen
a
woman
from
the
Juts
but
that
the
Frisians
by
mischance
,
in
a
two
days
'
hunt
,
ran
me
down
.
By
them
I
was
looted
of
my
gold
collar
and
traded
for
two
wolf-hounds
to
Edwy
,
of
the
Saxons
,
who
put
an
iron
collar
on
me
,
and
later
made
of
me
and
five
other
slaves
a
present
to
Athel
of
the
East
Angles
.
I
was
thrall
and
fighting
man
,
until
,
lost
in
an
unlucky
raid
far
to
the
east
beyond
our
marches
,
I
was
sold
among
the
Huns
,
and
was
a
swineherd
until
I
escaped
south
into
the
great
forests
and
was
taken
in
as
a
freeman
by
the
Teutons
,
who
were
many
,
but
who
lived
in
small
tribes
and
drifted
southward
before
the
Hun
advance
.
And
up
from
the
south
into
the
great
forests
came
the
Romans
,
fighting
men
all
,
who
pressed
us
back
upon
the
Huns
.
It
was
a
crushage
of
the
peoples
for
lack
of
room
;
and
we
taught
the
Romans
what
fighting
was
,
although
in
truth
we
were
no
less
well
taught
by
them
.
But
always
I
remembered
the
sun
of
the
south-land
that
I
had
glimpsed
in
the
ships
of
Agard
,
and
it
was
my
fate
,
caught
in
this
south
drift
of
the
Teutons
,
to
be
captured
by
the
Romans
and
be
brought
back
to
the
sea
which
I
had
not
seen
since
I
was
lost
away
from
the
East
Angles
.
I
was
made
a
sweep-slave
in
the
galleys
,
and
it
was
as
a
sweep-slave
that
at
last
I
came
to
Rome
.
All
the
story
is
too
long
of
how
I
became
a
freeman
,
a
citizen
,
and
a
soldier
,
and
of
how
,
when
I
was
thirty
,
I
journeyed
to
Alexandria
,
and
from
Alexandria
to
Jerusalem
.
Yet
what
I
have
told
from
the
time
when
I
was
baptized
in
the
mead-pot
of
Tostig
Lodbrog
I
have
been
compelled
to
tell
in
order
that
you
may
understand
what
manner
of
man
rode
in
through
the
Jaffa
Gate
and
drew
all
eyes
upon
him
.
