Heralder

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From beyond a twilight horizon where mountains were covered by snow Once a man on a horse came the way, on an early autumnal morning when dew lay chill on the ground and the suns first rays heralded the day, to rest at last after riding for more than three days and nights through the woods and across the shallow landscapes to finally reach the village the rumours were talking about and where the heathenish king lived for many years... His golden armour was shining by the light of awakening sun and in his hand he held a bronzen shield on which the runes all were written by a blacksmith of wisdom great to guide him on his way so long. He had come to bring the message his kind has given to him to be conveyed into all heathen countries and he told about their brethren overtaken by Christian men now punished by the cross and Christian laws... "So the man dismounted and his horse was taken by its bridle to be brought into the stabling. Meanwhile he was lead to the hall where the king sat on his greatseat. Forthwith he told him the reasons for his coming, and within a few minutes all people were gathered by the kings mighty voice. So he rose on his feeds and began to speak about the greatest heathen host ever seen, passing towards their brethren land..."

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