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." ”
