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where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: CHAPTER VI. HOW ASMUND THE PRIEST WAS BETROTHED TO UNNA. For a moment there was silence, for all that company was wonderstruck at the greatness of the deed. Then they cheered and cheered again, and to Eric it seemed that he slept, and the sound of shouting reached him but faintly, as though he heard through snow. Suddenly he woke and saw a man rush at him with axe aloft. It was Mord, Ospakar's son, mad at his father's overthrow. Eric sprang aside, or the blow had been his bane, and, as he sprang, smote with his fist, and it struck heavily on the head of Mord above the ear, so that the axe flew from his hand, and he fell senseless on his father in the snow. Now swords flashed out, and men ringed round Eric to guard him, and it came near to the spilling of blood, for the people of Ospakar gnashed their teeth to see so great a hero overthrown by a youngling, while the southern folk of Middalhof and Ran River rejoiced loudly, for Eric was dear to their hearts. "Down swords," cried Asmund the Priest, "and haul yon carcass from the snow." This then they did, and Ospakar sat up, breathing in great gasps, the blood running from his mouth and ears, and he was an evil sight to see, for what with blood and snow and rage his face was like the face of the Swinefell Goblin. But Swanhild spoke in the ear of Gudruda " Here," she said, looking at Eric, " we two have a man worth loving, foster-sister." " Ay," answered Gudruda, " worth and well worth!" Now Asmund drew near and before all men kissed Eric Brighteyes on the brow. "In sooth," he said, "thou art a mighty man, Eric, and the glory of the south. This I prophesy of thee : that thou shalt do deeds such as have not been done in Iceland. Thou hast been ill served, for a knave unknown greased thy shoes. Yon swa...--This text refers to an alternatePaperbackedition.