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  THE RUNES ON WELAND'S SWORD

  _A Smith makes me_ _To betray my Man_ _In my first fight._

  _To gather Gold_ _At the world's end_ _I am sent._

  _The Gold I gather_ _Comes into England_ _Out of deep Water._

  _Like a shining Fish_ _Then it descends_ _Into deep Water._

  _It is not given_ _For goods or gear._ _But for The Thing_

  _The Gold I gather_ _A King covets_ _For an ill use._

  _The Gold I gather_ _Is drawn up_ _Out of deep Water._

  _Like a shining Fish_ _Then it descends_ _Into deep Water._

  _It is not given_ _For goods or gear_ _But for The Thing._

  A CENTURION OF THE THIRTIETH