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CHAPTER XI. THE BREWING OF A WITCH-STORM


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[No more now may my eyen meet the sea ungreeting]

[Ketilrid.]
No more now may my eyen meet the sea ungreeting,
Since the day my speech-friend sank below the sea banks.
I loathe the sea-flood's swartness and the swallowing billow,
Full sore for me the sorrow born in sea-wave's burden.