“He had lain with them naked and was certainly a man in all parts, except that they had not been able to understand his tongue. The wives said he had been very kind to them and had served them masterfully, once or six times–nay, even more often–in a night.” […]
“Sinfjotli took the horn and said: “There is poison in this drink.” Sigmund answered: “Filter it through your mustache, son.” Sigmund was quite drunk, and therefore he talked in this way. Sinfjotli drank and at once fell to the ground. Sigmund rose and his sorrow was almost his death.” […]
“As she passed in front of Brian, he immediately recognized her. He called to her in a low voice, bursting into tears as he did so.” […]
“He nervously toiled and schemed how he might enter the castle, taking various disguises as sometimes on horse, sometimes on foot, he pretended to be a jongleur or prostitute.” […]
“Rightly am I made odious to all men”, replied Iring, “because I have obeyed your treachery, but before I take my departure I will wipe out this guilt of mind by avenging my lord”. […]
“May it roast in the fires of Hell!
You’ve grabbed your wiener, I surmise.” […]
“Gisli then pulled the bedclothes off them with one hand, and with the other he plunged his spear through Thorgrim so that he stuck fast in the bed.” […]
“Olga bent over and inquired whether they found the honor to their taste. They answered that it was worse than the death of [her husband] Igor.” She then commanded that they should be buried alive, and they were thus buried.” […]
“That night was filled with cries, with murder and rapine, until the red dawn arose and declared a bloodless victory.” […]
““Much turns out otherwise than one expects. I had thought to sleep with Thora Skagadottir, the earl’s wife” – and he shook his member and then pulled up his trousers.” […]
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