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The king's last words had moved the host
To grief and rage the uttermost;
And without head to rule the whole,
The tumult grew without control.
Distant from home, and in command
Of the great bulwark of the land,
The soldiers swore that land to have,
Or of green Albyn make a grave;
Even Odin's priest approved the choice,
And only ask'd for sacrifice.