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| 2 | 241 | View more quotes about ivar">Ivar Forkbeard, the unregenerate, the raider, the pirate, he who had dared to make the fist of the hammer over his ale, would come at last, in death if not in life, humbly to the temple of Priest-Kings. |
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| 2 | 238 | He had, in his mercy, granted this request. |
| 2 | 239 | The hollow bars on their great chains, hanging from timber frames outside the temple, had been struck. |
| 2 | 240 | Word had been spread. |
| 2 | 241 | Ivar Forkbeard, the unregenerate, the raider, the pirate, he who had dared to make the fist of the hammer over his ale, would come at last, in death if not in life, humbly to the temple of Priest-Kings. |
| 2 | 242 | There was much rejoicing in Kassau. |
| 2 | 243 | In the crowd, with the poor, there were many burghers of Kassau, stout men of means, the pillars of the town, with their families. |
| 2 | 244 | Several of these stood on raised platforms, on the right, near the front of the temple. |