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We hew’d with our Swords!
26. Soon would the sons of Aslaug come, arm’d with their flaming brands, to wake the battle, did they but know of our mischance — what a swarm of vipers, big with venom, sting my body — I sought a noble mother for my children — one that might impart advent’reus hearts to our posterity.
We hew’d with our Swords!
27. Now to my heir devolves the crown. Grim seem the terrors of the adder. Serpents nest within my heart’s recesses — yet ’tis the cordial of my soul, that Vithris’ lance shall soon stick fast in Ella. My sons will swell with vengeance at their parent’s doom — those gen’rous youths will, sure, forego the sweets of peace.