Arthur D. Howden Smith

Arthur D. Howden Smith

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Portrait of Arthur D. Howden Smith Arthur D. Howden Smith,  Swain Fostri (1925)

“ III All the folk in Bergen were on the strand to watch Swain's sea-battered ships sail up Hardanger Fiord to the king's docks, and no less did Swain's carls throng their gunwales to observe the signs of Erling's success: A swarm of armored men on the piers, thirty or more fine longships and dragons at anchor, and the evident friendship of the townfolk, pressed close behind Erling's troops. ”
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Portrait of Arthur D. Howden Smith Arthur D. Howden Smith,  Swain Fostri (1925)

“ Sullenly, with mutters of anger, Eindride's men clattered their weapons on the deck, and submitted to being confined in the spacious poop of the trireme. As it chanced, they were the only ones of Hakon's folk to receive quarter that bloody day.
“Now, are you sure that you need only fear my ax?” snorted Eindride as the last prisoner was led away.
“What if he lives, Swain?” spoke up Erling.
“He will not live,” answered Swain.
“You are too confident,” sneered Eindride.
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Portrait of Arthur D. Howden Smith Arthur D. Howden Smith,  Swain Fostri (1925)

“ A dozen men, perceiving Swain's intent, ran to the steering sweeps, but they hampered themselves by their numbers, and the growing confusion among the rowing benches, buried from sight below decks, neutralized what efforts they could make.
The Norse dragon lurched into the larboard oarbanks of the trireme like a battering ram, her sharp prow smashing the oar staves to splinters or pushing them inboard, so that they shot like projectiles across the cramped area of the rowing benches, knocking men right and left.
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