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Black Duncan recovered himself for a moment |
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Then he took his Lochaber-axe |
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He swayed his arm in the air |
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Dashed forward, and with a last fierce blow |
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He split in two the thick skull of Rannoch. |
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The fight had ended |
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The storm took full possession of the inn again |
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The slain Rannoch was dragged away |
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The Duncan taken care of |
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And the game continued. |
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Few days later Black Duncan rode forth again |
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The fierce gale had passed over |
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As always, there was still a fresh Nordic wind |
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But the skies were clear and blue |
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With only a few white clouds |
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There was still a long way to go. |
