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The young battle-glad poet
Will not draw back from the spears
Where the blows rain down;
When hardest the fight.’
“Harald had his way and was in the battle, and won great renown. He was then fifteen winters old, as has been told. The skald Thjódólf mentions it in the poem he made about King Harald, called sexstefja (six-stave); among them is the following:—
I heard that the strong war-storm
Burst upon the king (Harald) close to Haug,
But the burner of the Bulgarians (Bolgara brennir = Harald)