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Portrait of William O. Stoddard William O. Stoddard Ulric the Jarl: A Story of the Penitent Thief

This man is a great rabbi!"
"He is of the sons of the gods, thou stupid one!" said Ulric. "I am healed. Who but a god can cure the scratch of a lion or a tiger? He is as Odin, and I think they are friends, and that Odin bade him heal me. I will fight for him when he gathereth his army. O Wulf the Skater, come! My arm telleth me that I could cast a spear. O thou of Nazareth, thank thy father for me, for thou wilt see him before I do. When I am slain I shall go to Asgard and I will meet him there, and I hope to meet thee. Also, in thine hour, thou shalt be my captain."
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Portrait of William O. Stoddard William O. Stoddard Ulric the Jarl: A Story of the Penitent Thief

Only this harm had befallen the Saxons from the treachery of the Druids, while the slain lying upon the beach were many. Loudly now arose the wailing of the Britons, for they had a strange death cry of their own, long and vibrating, that went far out across the sea.
"Their gods will be against us," said Wulf the Skater. "We may not now linger long in Britain."
"Very soon," said the jarl, "we will sail for the Middle Sea, but not with two keels. We are too few."
The Sword and the trireme, nevertheless, were now going out to sea with all oars, as if to show how many men were needed for this.
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Portrait of William O. Stoddard William O. Stoddard Ulric the Jarl: A Story of the Penitent Thief

He rolled over, snarling, and pawing at the pavement.
"I would thou wert a Roman!" said Lysias. "But such as thou art have torn my kindred in the arena."
"Slain!" shouted Sigurd. "Thou hast done well, O Greek!"
"Svip, the son of Leiknar, erred to his death," said the jarl. "The fault was his own. But this lion was first smitten upon the stone of sacrifice. What sayest thou, O Jew; is there in this any offense to the god of this place?"
"There is no god," responded Ben Ezra. "Here are but idols, and upon their altars couch the beasts of the field. We may go forward.
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