Snorri Sturluson,
Heimskringla — Saga of Harald Hardrade…
“ Such things, they think, can ne'er give way; The little know the battle day. The Danish girls, who dread our shout, Might wish our ship-gear not so stout. "'Tis in the fight, not on the wave, That oars may break and fail the brave. At sea, beneath the ice-cold sky, Safely our oars o'er ocean ply; And when at Throndhjem's holy stream Our seventy cars in distance gleam, We seem, while rowing from the sea, An erne with iron wings to be." King Harald sailed south along the land, and called out the levy everywhere of men and ships. ”
