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| 18 | 577 | Hilda, her View more quotes about hand">hand before her mouth, eyes frightened, watched this war of two so mighty combatants. |
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| 18 | 574 | On his own ship he, not unoften, drew oar. |
| 18 | 575 | He accepted the driving blows, like iron thunderbolts, on his own blade, turning them aside. |
| 18 | 576 | But he struck little. |
| 18 | 577 | Hilda, her hand before her mouth, eyes frightened, watched this war of two so mighty combatants. |
| 18 | 578 | Too, of course, the weight of such blows, particularly with the long, heavy swords of Torvaldsland, take their toll from the striking arm, as well as the fending arm. |
| 18 | 579 | Suddenly Thorgard stepped back. |
| 18 | 580 | The Forkbeard grinned at him. |