Johnston McCulley

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Johnston McCulley The Black Jarl — Chapter 8 (1923)

Thralls were stretched around the great fires. Guards had been placed. Warriors laughed and jested and shouted. The clear voices of shield maidens came from tents in the distance. And the bright moonlight bathed it all.
Svend turned back into the tent. "Pass the word, Magnus, that the black jarl is not to be harmed," he commanded. "I want no man to pick a quarrel with him. If we accomplish what we wish, it must be when we raid the jarldom of Harald the Just."
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Johnston McCulley The Black Jarl — Chapter 8 (1923)

Magnus smiled evilly. "I shall see to it that he falls," he said.
"'Twill be a fair day when he does. He has made a fool of you. He has become the favorite of Olaf in a single day. He has the heart of a woman. He fights for a thrall, and now makes a free man of him. He saves a maid from a dog. And that maid the daughter of Harald the Just! Far better would he have served our plans to have held his hand and let the crazed hound do its work. It would not have grieved me to see sorrow eating at Harald's heart."
Svend walked to the door of the pavilion and looked out over his camp.
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Johnston McCulley The Black Jarl — Chapter 8 (1923)

Edvard Haakonsson stepped closer to her, looked down at her.
"Never before have I seen a maiden so fair," he said. "I give thanks that my ax went true to-day."
"And I give thanks to you because it did."
"Our houses have plighted their friendship this day, and it is a good omen."
"But there is not much trust," she said. "Edvard Haakonsson, you must beware! Do not stroll about my father's camp at night. There may come a thrust in the dark."
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