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Then all being gone, a glance of motherwit helping, he whispers close in going: Madam, when comes the storkbird for thee? The air without is impregnated with raindew moisture, life essence celestial, glistening on Dublin stone there under starshiny coelum. God's air, the Allfather's air, scintillant circumambient cessile air. Breathe it deep into thee.
And Odin sang this song: "Now, corse-choosing Daughters, hearken To the dread Allfather's word: When the gale of spears' breath gathers Count not Eric midst the slain, Till Brighteyen once hath slumbered, Wedded, at Gudruda's side Then, Maidens, scream your battle call; Whelmed with foes, let Eric fall!"
But a strange thought came to my mind, and I spoke it. "Under the end of that pillar does indeed lie the treasure we seek. See, it is not on the wood, but on the river bank. We searched not there, comrade." "Ay, we shall find it there," Erling answered. "It is Bifrost Allfather's bridge. He takes his son home across it."
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