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Eyvnid sang another verse, to the effect that it would be ill counsel to advise a man like King Haakon to flee from the sons of Gunhild the sorceress. "That is a man's song," cried the king, "and what you say is what I wish."
As the battle grew fiercer his spirit rose higher, and when Eyvnid the scald greeted him with a warlike verse, he answered with another. But the midsummer heat growing hard to bear, he flung off his armor and fought with only his strong right arm for shield. The arrows had now been all shot, the spears all hurled, and the ranks met hand to hand and sword to sword, in desperate affray.
While at table a sentinel brought in the alarming news that a large fleet of ships was sailing up the fiord. By the king's side sat Eyvnid, his nephew, who was a famous scald, or bard. They rose and looked out on the fiord. "What ships are they, of friends or of foes?" asked the king. The scald replied in a verse, in which he sang that the sons of Erik were coming again.
In the front rank stood the king, his golden helmet making him a shining mark for the warriors of the foe. "Your helmet makes you a target for the Danish spears," cried Eyvnid, and he drew a hood over it to hide its gleam. Skreyja, Harold's uncle, who was storming onward towards the king, now lost sight of him and cried out: "Where is the Norse king? Has he drawn back in fear?
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