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He held his shield before him and retreated as Grettir pressed him hard. Then Grettir sprang on to the crossbenches near the door. Gunnar's hands and the shield were still inside the door, and Grettir struck down between him and the shield, cutting off both his hands at the wrist. He fell backwards out of the door, and Grettir gave him his death-blow.
What good is it to be an old emperor? No better than to be an old herdsman." Again he tossed a sneer in Gunnar's direction "That's easy," Gunnar retorted. "The old herdsman sleeps well at night." "Bah. Who wants to sleep? Please quit interrupting, Gunnar." "Even before we came to Aldebaran," Hagen went on, "I was in contact with a dying world out there at the edge of space.
'And it is ill done when men's lives are at stake to send the biggest liar in Iceland on such an errand. 'If you are afraid now, what would you be if Gunnar's bill were singing, asked Otkell, who was always brave when there were none to slay, and whose courage always waxed great when there were none to fight. Hallbjorm laughed as he heard him.
Now he smote at one of Gunnar's fellows, and more he needed not; then he advanced forth on the floor, and therewith they were driven doorward through the booth, and there fell another man of Gunnar's; then were Gunnar and his fellows fain of flight; one of them got to the door, struck his foot against the threshold and lay there grovelling and was slow in getting to his feet.
Three times they came on, and three times they fell back, and Gunnar's heart beat high, for he thought that perchance their courage might fail, and that they would return whither they had come. 'One of their own arrows sticks outside the window, he said, laughing loud in his glee; 'I will send it to kill its master. But his mother answered: 'It is ill to waken a sleeping dog, my son.
There drank Atli, The awful Hun king, Wine in his fair hall; Without were the warders, Gunnar's folk to have heed of, Lest they had fared thither With the whistling spear War to wake 'gainst the king. But first came their sister As they came to the hall, Both her brethren she met, With beer little gladdened: "Bewrayed art thou, Gunnar! What dost thou great king To deal war to the Huns?
Stay close by Gunnar's side now. We will fight together, as we fought before. Eh, they are coming up from underground like ants. I think we have lost the advantage. Hagen's dead lie thick, though. And now it is our turn. The old swords and the swinging chant. Ah, Old Blood-Drinker will not be thirsty tonight. Brace yourself. Here comes the first assault."
'Yes, often, answered Otkell; 'they are the knife and belt of Malcolm the thrall. And they asked many men the same question, and they all knew them likewise. Then they went toward Mord the son of Valgard and took counsel with him, how to charge Gunnar's thrall with the theft and the burning; for they feared Gunnar, the mighty man of war.
"Look, men of the Lorens," Hagen cried, still pointing. "I will give immortality to the men who bring me those two alive." The first two to reach Gunnar and Odin died at the end of Gunnar's and Odin's swords. "Your immortality does not last very long, Grim Hagen," Gunnar shouted as he wiped his blade. Then another man came up the stairway.
Eventually a German naturalist enters Gunnar's carriage when the train stops at a large station. He is dusty and out of breath, and is glad to rest when he has seen his boxes and chests stowed away in the luggage van.
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