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| 2 | 295 | View more quotes about somehow">Somehow I regretted that Ivar Forkbeard was dead. |
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| 2 | 292 | So this is the end, I thought to myself, of the great Ivar Forkbeard. |
| 2 | 293 | He comes in death to the temple of Priest-Kings, that his bones may be anointed with the grease of Priest-Kings. |
| 2 | 294 | It was his last will, now loyally, doggedly, carried out by his saddened men. |
| 2 | 295 | Somehow I regretted that Ivar Forkbeard was dead. |
| 2 | 296 | The Initiates, chanting, now filed into the temple with their candles. |
| 2 | 297 | The chant was taken up by the initiates, too, within the sanctuary. |
| 2 | 298 | Behind the platform of crossed spears, heads down, filed the crew of Forkbeard. |