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| 12 | 46 | There was much cheering, much View more quotes about shouting">shouting, much lifting of weapons. |
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| 12 | 43 | Ivar Forkbeard, large, robed in gray, hooded in gray, stood beside me. |
| 12 | 44 | His features could not be well seen. |
| 12 | 45 | From a leather box, proffered to him by a high officer, who, too, had been the presiding official at the contests, Svein Blue Tooth lifted a fistful of talmits. |
| 12 | 46 | There was much cheering, much shouting, much lifting of weapons. |
| 12 | 47 | Spear blades struck the surfaces of the round, painted, wooden shields. |
| 12 | 48 | There were steps leading to the dais. |
| 12 | 49 | "He who calls himself Thorgeir of Ax Glacier," proclaimed Svein Blue Tooth, "let him approach!" Ivar Forkbeard eagerly bounded up the stairs toward the dais. |