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b> See! warp is stretched For warriors' fall, Lo! weft in loom 'Tis wet with blood; Now fight foreboding, 'Neath friends' swift fingers, Our gray woof waxeth With war's alarms, Our warp bloodred, Our weft corseblue. SEE WARP IS STRETCHED FOR WARRIORS FALL LO WEFT ILLUME TIS WET WITH BLOOD NOW FIGHTFULFENDING NEATH FRIEND'S SWIFT FINGERS OUR GRAY WOLF WAXETH WITH WAR'S ALARMS OUR WARP BLOOD RED OUR WEFT COARSE BLUE
 was taken alive. Wolf the quarrelsome cut open his belly, and led him round and round the trunk of a tree, and so wound all his entrails out of him, and he did not die before they were all drawn out of him. Brodir's men were slain to a man. After that they took King Brian's body and laid it out. The king's head had grown fast to the trunk. Fifteen men of the Burners fell in Brian's battle, and there, too, fell Halldor the son of Gudmund the powerful, and Erling of Straumey. On Good Friday that event happened in Caithness that a man whose name was Daurrud went out. He saw folk riding twelve together to a bower, and there they were all lost to his sight. He went to that bower and looked in through a window slit that was in it, and saw that there were women inside, and they had set up a loom. Men's heads were the weights, but men's entrails were the warp and wed, a sword was the shuttle, and the reels were arrows. They sang these songs, and he learnt them by heart-- <b>THE WOOF OF WAR.</  THE WOLF OF WAR FROM BRENU YA'S SAGA OR THE STORY OF BURNT NARD TRANSLATION BY GEORGE W DESCENT READ FOR LIVEROCK STODORG BY HEAVEN FORTY THREE BLOBE DE LA CAN'SE END ON WORD PRESS DOG COM
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