Hypatia — or New Foes with an Old Face by Charles Kingsley
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do for a leader? If the king-wolf lose the scent, how will the pack
hold it? If the Yngling forgets the song of Asgard, who will sing it to the heroes?' 'Sing it yourself, if you choose. Pelagia sings quite well enough for me.' In an instant the cunning beauty caught at the hint, and poured forth a soft, low, sleepy song:-- 'Loose the sail, rest the oar, float away down, Fleeting and gliding by tower and town; Life is so short at best! snatch, while thou canst, thy rest, Sleeping by me!' 'Can you answer that, Wulf?' shouted a dozen voices. 'Hear the song of Asgard, warriors of the Goths! Did not Alaric the king love it well? Did I not sing it before him in the palace of the Caesars, till he swore, for all the Christian that he was, to go southward in search of the holy city? And when he went to Valhalla, and the ships were wrecked off Sicily, and Adolf the Balth turned back like a lazy hound, and married the daughter of the Romans, whom Odin hates, and went northward again to Gaul, did not I sing you all the song of Asgard in Messina there, till you swore to follow the Amal through fire and water until we found the hall of Odin, and received the mead-cup from his own hand? Hear it again, warriors of the Goths!' 'Not that song!' roared the Amal, stopping his ears with both his |
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