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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409611" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. The Musician's Tale; The Saga of King Olaf XI. -- Bishop Sigurd At Salten Fiord</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Loud the anngy wind was wailing<br>As King Olaf's ships came sailing<br>Northward out of Drontheim haven<br>To the mouth of Salten Fiord. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though the flying sea-spray drenches<br>Fore and aft the rowers' benches,<br>Not a single heart is craven<br>Of the champions there on board. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">All without the Fiord was quiet<br>But within it storm and riot,<br>Such as on his Viking cruises<br>Raud the Strong was wont to ride. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the sea through all its tide-ways<br>Swept the reeling vessels sideways,<br>As the leaves are swept through sluices,<br>When the flood-gates open wide. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">''T is the warlock! 't is the demon<br>Raud!' cried Sigurd to the seamen;<br>'But the Lord is not affrighted<br>By the witchcraft of his foes.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">To the ship's bow he ascended,<br>By his choristers attended,<br>Round him were the tapers lighted,<br>And the sacred incense rose. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">On the bow stood Bishop Sigurd,<br>In his robes, as one transfigured,<br>And the Crucifix he planted<br>High amid the rain and mist. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then with holy water sprinkled<br>All the ship; the mass-bells tinkled.<br>Loud the monks around him chanted,<br>Loud he read the Evangelist. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">As into the Fiord they darted,<br>On each side the water parted;<br>Down a path like silver molten<br>Steadily rowed King Olaf's ships; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Steadily burned all night the tapers,<br>And the White Christ through the vapors<br>Gleamed across the Fiord of Salten,<br>As through John's Apocalypse,-- </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Till at last they reached Raud's dwelling<br>On the little isle of Gelling;<br>Not a guard was at the doorway,<br>Not a glimmer of light was seen. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But at anchor, carved and gilded,<br>Lay the dragon-ship he builded;<br>'T was the grandest ship in Norway,<br>With its crest and scales of green. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Up the stairway, softly creeping,<br>To the loft where Raud was sleeping,<br>With their fists they burst asunder<br>Bolt and bar that held the door. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Drunken with sleep and ale they found him,<br>Dragged him from his bed and bound him,<br>While he stared with stupid wonder,<br>At the look and garb they wore. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then King Olaf said: 'O Sea-King!<br>Little time have we for speaking,<br>Choose between the good and evil;<br>Be baptized, or thou shalt die!?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But in scorn the heathen scoffer<br>Answered: 'I disdain thine offer;<br>Neither fear I God nor Devil;<br>Thee and thy Gospel I defy!' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then between his jaws distended,<br>When his frantic struggles ended,<br>Through King Olaf's horn an adder,<br>Touched by fire, they forced to glide. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sharp his tooth was as an arrow,<br>As he gnawed through bone and marrow;<br>But without a groan or shudder,<br>Raud the Strong blaspheming died. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then baptized they all that region,<br>Swarthy Lap and fair Norwegian,<br>Far as swims the salmon, leaping,<br>Up the streams of Salten Fiord. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">In their temples Thor and Odin<br>Lay in dust and ashes trodden,<br>As King Olaf, onward sweeping,<br>Preached the Gospel with his sword. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then he took the carved and gilded<br>Dragon-ship that Raud had builded,<br>And the tiller single-handed,<br>Grasping, steered into the main. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Southward sailed the sea-gulls o'er him,<br>Southward sailed the ship that bore him,<br>Till at Drontheim haven landed<br>Olaf and his crew again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Wadsworth+Longfellow">Henry Wadsworth Longfellow</a><div class=q>
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As King Olaf's ships came sailing
Northward out of Drontheim haven
To the mouth of Salten Fiord. 

Though the flying sea-spray drenches
Fore and aft the rowers' benches,
Not a single heart is craven
Of the champions..."></div>
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