| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 18 | 516 | "Who is your View more quotes about master">master?" inquired Ivar Forkbeard. |
| 18 | 517 | She drew herself up proudly. |
| 18 | 518 | She threw back her shoulders. |
| 18 | 519 | In her eyes, hot with fury, was the arrogance of the high-owned slave. |
| 18 | 520 | She smiled insolently, contemptuously. |
| 18 | 521 | Then she said, "Thorgard of Scagnar". |
| 18 | 522 | "Thorgard of Scagnar!" called a voice, that of Gorm. |