The Saxon paused: "I ne'er delayed,
320 When foeman bade me draw my blade;
Nay more, brave Chief, I vowed thy death;
Yet sure thy fair and generous faith,
And my deep debt for life preserved,
A better meed have well deserved.
325 Can naught but blood our feud atone?
Are there no means?" "No, Stranger, none!
And hear-to fire
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