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[“What do ye sons of the War-shield? what tale is there to tell?]

[Thiodolf.]
“What do ye sons of the War-shield? what tale is there to tell?
Is the Kindred fallen tangled in the grasp of the fallow Hell?
Crows the red cock over the homesteads, have we met the foe too late?
For meseems your brows are heavy with the shadowing o'er of fate.”