Then for the third time thought on its feud that folk-destroyer, fire-dread dragon, and rushed on the hero, where room allowed, battle-grim, burning; its bitter teeth closed on his neck, and covered him with waves of blood from his breast that welled. 'TWAS now, men say, in his sovran's need that the earl made known his noble strain, craft and keenness and courage enduring.
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