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Portrait of Harold Lamb Harold Lamb The Snow Driver — XI.—The Sea Maiden (1925)

Laughter is a key that unlocks many a black mood. The Laps had mirth in them, and Tuon grinned fearsomely. And this served to change Peter's mood in a twinkling. He cast down his blanket with an oath and spread his stocky legs, clasping his great fists.
“So ye would bait Peter Palmer? Put up your fibbers and I'll best the lot of ye scurvy dogs.”
“Let be!” cried Thorne. “Here is no troll maiden, but a child out of the Scot's land.”
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Portrait of Harold Lamb Harold Lamb The Snow Driver — XI.—The Sea Maiden (1925)

She was here, and in due time he would know all about that.
“The Easterlings are angered, lad. They will not endure you mere.”
“Why are they angry?”
“You shot a shaft at one; besides, you hold the Wardhouse and they would have it for my comfort. What seek you here?”
Thorne rose to his feet, and she stepped back as if to ward him off.
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Portrait of Harold Lamb Harold Lamb The Snow Driver — XI.—The Sea Maiden (1925)

Thorne was not pleased, for it amounted to a surrender, but the girl pointed out that he was giving no more than the Laps would take in any case, and, besides, his only follower had assuredly yielded himself without any terms at all to her mercy.
“This island is theirs,” she added practically. “'Tis true the Wardhouse was built by other hands long dead—perhaps by the Norsemen. But Tuon's men hold that it is theirs. They ask why you have come hither, if not to plunder or avenge the death of the pirates.”
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