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Rǫgnvaldr Kali Kolsson, from Crimsoning the Eagle's Claw: The Viking Poems of Rǫgnvaldr Kali Kolsson, Earl of Orkney

Treasure-hunting, he swims a haunted sea-cave on Doll’s Island

Hér hefk hávan reistan
harðgeðjuðum varða
Dolls í døkkum helli
draug; leitak svá bauga.
Eigi veitk, hverr ýta
unnskíða ferr síðan
langa braut ok ljóta
leið of vatn it breiða.

Treasure-hunting, he swims a haunted sea-cave on Doll’s Island

I shape heaped-up shingle
to house thought-threats rising
from Doll’s sea-dark soul-cave.
I’ll dare death for treasure –
will you? Who’ll – grim-purposed
wave-swimmer – launch himself
into ill-starred eel-pools,
hunt my stilled wake, quaking?