When to these words they listened, the face of many a one to smiles was turning.
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Now by the king ’twas granted to his guests to pass the day
As they might all be choosing. Glad of this were they,
The men from out the Northland. When the hours grew weary,
They vied huge stones in hurling; or else in shooting arrows made them merry.
Tale the Sixth.
HOW SWEETLY HORANT SANG.
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It came to pass one evening, good luck did so befall,