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Mine was the woman to me, darkling I found her; / Haling her dumb from the camp, took her and bound her. / Hot rose her tribe on our track ere I had proved her; / Hearing her laugh in the gloom, greatly I loved her.
Swift through the forest we ran; none stood to guard us, / Few were my people and far; then the flood barred us -- / Him we call Son of the Sea, sullen and swollen. / Panting we waited the death, stealer and stolen.