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[Galicia]

Hirled along like a skiff in a steamer's wake; but there was blood in
the Storbuk's eye now; and Borgrevinck was hard put to balance the sled.
The miles flashed by like roods till Sveggum's bridge appeared. The
storm-wind now was blowing, but there was the Troll. Whence came he now,
none knew, but there he was, hopping on the keystone and singing of
Norway's fate and Norway's luck, Of the hiding Troll and the riding Buk.
Down the winding highway they came, curving inward as they swung around
the corner. At the voice on the bridge the Deer threw back his ears and
slackened his pace. Borgrevinck, not knowing whence it came, struck
savagely at the Ren. The red light gleamed in those ox-like eyes. He
snorted in anger and shook the great horns, but he did not stop to
avenge the blow. For him was a vaster vengeance still. He onward sped as
before, but from that time Borgrevinck had lost all control. The one
voice that the Ren would hear had been left behind. They whirled aside,
off the road, before the bridge was reached. The pulk turned over, but
righted itself, and Borgrevinck

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