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| 18 | 317 | "My Jarl," said a voice. |
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| 18 | 314 | She View more quotes about fled">fled before it, weeping, running to the pen. |
| 18 | 315 | Ivar and I laughed. |
| 18 | 316 | "They are useful beasts in herding women," he observed. |
| 18 | 317 | "My Jarl," said a voice. |
| 18 | 318 | We turned about. |
| 18 | 319 | Hilda knelt to Ivar Forkbeard, her hair to his feet. |
| 18 | 320 | "May I not follow my Jarl?" she begged. |