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... ed by years of smoke and feasting, King Cnut listened in cold silence.
Before him knelt a half-dozen of his personal messengers — men who had sailed the breadth of the north seas and walked the streets of Rome, who wore small golden crucifixes on chains, now clutched like talismans.
The eldest of them held a rolled skin tight in both hands, knuckles white.
"Your Grace, we have seen it ourselves. It is no mere fisher’s brag or trembling monk’s tale. The Faroese and Westman ...
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