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Yorkshire Battles is a history podcast that turns classic public domain books into immersive storytelling; each episode vividly recounts Yorkshire's greatest battles. Created by award-winning producer David Markwell, Yorkshire Battles combines broadcast expertise with a passion for Yorkshire's heritage, immersing listeners in authentic atmospheres through sound design and cinematic quality. Whether on a commute or exploring battlefields, it provides an unforgettable experience.
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Battle of the Standard.
08/24/2026
Battle of the Standard.
Welcome to Yorkshire Battles, a history podcast that transforms classic public domain books into immersive historical audiobooks. Each episode brings the greatest battles in Yorkshire back to life. Yorkshire has witnessed some of the most important events in British history. Our mission is to preserve these remarkable stories and present them in a way that is engaging, authentic, and accessible for modern audiences. Yorkshire Battles offers a unique journey into the past. Today's episode, The Battle of the Standard by William Granger, 1st published in 1854. About 3 miles from Northallerton on the highway leading to Darlington, and near 200 yards from the road on the right hand, on a gently elevated piece of ground, stands a small, rather neat-looking farmhouse, sheltered by a belt of trees partly around it. This is Standard Hill, a name the spot appears to have borne for more than 700 years, marking the place where stood the consecrated banner of the English army during one of the most bloody battles recorded in the history of our island. [gentle music] No place could be better adapted for the encounter of large armies than this. The whole district, then for miles around, was one widespread, open, level common, the country being nearly flat from the banks of the Tees to Northallerton, and many miles to the southward. Little advantage could be gained over an enemy by selection of ground, as it afforded no strong posts or easily defended positions. From this spot, on a clear day, may be seen the level plain of Cleveland, with the hills to the eastward, Eston Nab, a well-known sea mark, the beautiful cone of Roseberry Topping, the dark, wooded, shaggy sides of Arncliffe above the Priory of Mount Grace, the town of Northallerton, and many other interesting objects. To the westward, the view is equally extensive, bounded by the hills of Wensleydale, Swaledale, and Teesdale. Such is the situation of the ground on which August 22nd, 1138, was fought the Battle of the Standard. Where the perjury and usurpation of King Stephen, the vindication of the right of the Empress Matilda to the English crown, the wanton and reckless cruelty of David, King of Scotland, who invaded England in support of her right, and finally, the indignation of the great northern barons at seeing the country wasted in such a barbarous manner that they met him here and utterly routed his army. King Henry, having lost his son and heir, William, who perished by shipwreck, unregretted by the English, on the rock of Cat Rise, November 25th, 1120, resolved, in order to secure the succession in his own family, to make the states of England and Normandy swear allegiance to his daughter Maud, or Matilda. This was accordingly done, and the foremost to take the oath was Stephen, Count of Blois, nephew of the king. No sooner was King Henry dead than Stephen, regardless of his oath, hastened to London, where by his popular qualities and insinuating arts, he so far prevailed with the citizens, clergy, and above all, with the warlike barons, who were indignant at the thought of having a she-king, as they styled Matilda, to rule over them, that her claims were set aside, and Stephen, apparently with the consent of both English and Normans, placed on the throne. The cause of Matilda was, however, espoused by her natural brother, Robert, Earl of Gloucester, and her uncle, David, King of Scotland. And it was in support of her claim that the latter, in the year 1138, invaded the northern provinces of England with a vast miscellaneous army. Drawn from all parts of his kingdom, which then included Northumberland and Cumberland. This army, composed of Normans, Germans, Saxons, Cumbrian, Britons, and Northumbrians, the inhabitants of Tiviotdale and Lothian, the Picts, commonly called the men of Galloway, and the ancient Scots or Gael men, differing in race, in language, and modes of warfare, but all equally ferocious and prompt to deeds of rapine and massacre. The progress of this savage army across the country was marked by the most horrible cruelty and devastation. Houses and churches were plundered and burnt, the greatest part of the unarmed inhabitants massacred, and others, with helpless women and children, driven before the invaders like a flock of sheep. Had they executed their design according to the beginning thus, Matilda's kingdom would have been little better than a desert. Their conduct so incensed the powerful Norman barons that they resolved unanimously to resist the invasion. And even the Saxon English were so exasperated against the Scots that they forgot their hatred of the Normans in the pleasing hope of taking vengeance upon such cruel enemies. Thurston, Archbishop of York, who was then lieutenant governor of the North, united the country against the invaders. The chief of the barons who joined him were William le Gros, afterwards Earl of Yorkshire, Walter de Gaunt, who led a body of Normans and Flemings, Robert de Brus and his brother Adam, Roger de Mowbray, then but a youth, sent the whole strength of his wide domains into the field, Walter Espec, a warrior of gigantic size and prowess, Gilbert and William de Lacy, William de Percy, and many others. This army advanced as far as Thirsk Castle, then a stronghold of the Mowbrays, under the command of the archbishop, when he resigned his authority to Ralph, Bishop of the Orkneys, William le Gros, and Walter Espec. In order to inspire the soldiers with more enthusiasm and give to the contest the appearance of a holy war, they carried a consecrated banner along with them, a long pole, like the mast of a ship, borne erect on 4 wheels, on the top of which was a pyx containing a consecrated host and a cross. Around it were hung the banners of the northern saints, Saint Peter of York, Saint John of Beverly, and Saint Wilfrid of Ripon. It was guarded by a chosen band of knights who had sworn rather to die than yield it into the hands of the enemy. This was a fine stroke of policy, as it was not merely a sacred emblem inspiring confidence, but an excellent rallying point in case of confusion. The more to increase the ardor of the army, the bishop made an oration, and at the end pronounced absolution for the sins of all who should fall in the coming contest. Some say that David had ravaged the country as far as York and was actually besieging that city when, hearing of the mustering of the barons, he raised the siege and retired northward. Such was now the spirit of the English forces that nothing, but a similar spirit of unanimity could have secured success to the Scots. But among so many different races, such a feeling could not have been expected, so that on the evening before the battle, their council was a scene of contention about the honour of leading the van. David had intended that the battle should be commenced by the men-at-arms and archers, in whom his chief strength consisted of. But the men of Galloway, who fought with long, slender spears and who had displayed great bravery during the campaign, insisted upon taking the post of honour. "And whence this confidence of these mailed men?" cried Malise, Earl of Strathearn, a Celtic chief who felt jealous of the honour of his people. "I myself wear no mail, and yet I will advance farther tomorrow than those who are sheathed in steel." This boast incensed the wearers of armour, and Alan de Percy, a bastard brother of the English baron of the name, but a follower of David, told Malise that he had said more than he dared to make good. The king was obliged to silence the contention and yield the van to the Glaswegians. On the morning of the 22nd of August, both armies prepared for battle. The English drawn up in a compact body, the spearmen and archers in front, and the heavy-armed chivalry in the rear, the sacred banner towering brig above them all. [instrumental music plays] The Scots were formed in 4 lines, the Glaswegians in front, who began the battle, wildly rushing on their opponents and yelling their war cry, "Albanach, Albanach," and throwing themselves like a tempest upon the English spearmen for a moment staggered them. And but for a moment, it was while thus held at bay that the matchless archery of the native English was brought to bear, and with tremendous effect upon an armed enemy. It was glorious to see these stinging flies issue in swarm from the quivers of the men of the south and darken the air like a cloud of dust. Never did armorers temper steel on stithy that made sure fence against an English arrow, be it descending now the fatal hail shower. The storm of England's wrath, swift, which no mail coat can brook. Brave English hearts, how chose they shoot together? As one eye had aimed 5,000 shafts, as if one hand had loosed 5,000 bowstrings. Before these discharges of barbed death, the naked Glaswegians had but the alternative of flight or destruction, and were on the point of turning, when the Scottish men-at-arms, commanded by Prince Henry, coming to their rescue, dashed with such impetuosity upon the English ranks that they were torn asunder like a spider's web, and victory appeared to smile upon the King of Scotland. But the heavy-mailed chivalry of the southern was not so easily beaten from the field. [dramatic music plays] The conflict was now lance to lance and horse to horse. A rumour had spread through the Scottish army that the king was slain. It began to waver. In vain he threw off his helmet and hastened from rank to rank to reassure them that he was yet alive. A panic had seized his tumultuary forces, and it was impossible to rally them. They fled and were ruthlessly slaughtered by the pursuers. In vain the king and his brave son, Henry, with a few faithful nobles, maintained the combat. The battle was completely lost, and they were obliged to retreat, which they affected with great difficulty to Carlisle. 10,000 Scots are said to have perished on this day, and as we have no account of prisoners, it is probable that no quarter was given. The loss on the English side is not stated. That of the Scots is most probably only guesswork. But considering their numbers and the nature of warfare in that age, it is not unlikely to be true. The dead, excepting a select few, were perhaps never buried. No indications of any hillocks or mounds marking the place of internment are to be seen in the neighbourhood that we could learn by inquiring of the inhabitants. And the only name of a place bearing any reference to such an event is Scott Pit Lane, applied to a green lane a little to the north of Standard Hill. The fruits of this victory were the confirmation of Stephen's title, the ruin for a time of Matilda's cause, and the loss of Northumberland to the Scottish king, as is related by Buchanan, one of the most partial of historians when the supposed glory of his country is concerned. Had David pursued a conciliatory instead of an irritating policy, it is not unlikely that Matilda would have been successful, and he might have extended his rule in the north of England. Thus, it often happens that an injudicious friend is worse than an open enemy. You've been listening to The Battle of the Standard, written by William Granger and 1st published in 1854. Each episode of Yorkshire Battles brings another piece of Yorkshire's history back to life through classic public domain works. Please follow or subscribe wherever you get your podcasts. It really helps others discover the series and ensures you'll never miss a future episode. Yorkshire Battles is narrated and produced by David Markwell. 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The Battle Of Stamford Bridge
08/22/2026
The Battle Of Stamford Bridge
Welcome to Yorkshire Battles. Stories have the power to transport us to distant lands, extraordinary lives, and moments that have shaped history. Long before films and television, these stories lived in the imagination, carried by the written word. In this series, we bring remarkable public-domain classics to life through immersive narration, rich sound design, and carefully crafted performances, creating an experience that captures the spirit of the originals while inviting a new generation of listeners to discover them. Whether you're listening on a long journey, relaxing at home, or simply escaping the noise of everyday life, thank you for making us part of your day. Now, find a comfortable place, settle in, and let your imagination lead the way. This is Yorkshire Battles. Episode one: The Battle of Stamford Bridge by William Granger, 1st published in 1854. At Stamford Bridge in the year 1066, after a well-contested and bloody battle, Tostig, the tyrannical and expelled Earl of Northumberland, with his ally, Harold, surnamed Hardrada, or the Stern, were defeated and slain by Harold, the last of the Anglo-Saxon kings. For the causes that impelled Tostig to engage in this expedition against his brother and his native land, we must go back to the death of the noble Siward in 1055, who left a son, then very young, when Tostig, 2nd son of Earl Godwin and brother of Harold, afterwards King of England, secured the earldom to himself. Being of a cruel and tyrannical disposition, he used the power thus acquired in such a lawless and arbitrary manner that the free and haughty warriors of the north rebelled and declared they would have him no longer to rule over them. In 1065, as we read in the Saxon Chronicle, "All the thanes in Yorkshire and Northumberland joined themselves together and outlawed their earl, Tostig, and slew his household men, all that they might come at, as well English as Danish, and they took all his weapons at York, and gold and silver and all his treasures which they could anywhere find. And they sent after Morcar and chose him for their earl. And he went south with all the shire and with Nottinghamshire and Derbyshire and Lincolnshire until he came to Northampton. And his brother Edwin came to meet him with the men who were in his earldom, and many Britons came with him." [chanting] [horse hooves clomping] There came Harold, the earl, brother to Tostig, to meet them, sent by Edward the Confessor, who was then king, with an army to quell the insurrection. The Northumbrians, though not inferior in point of numbers, yet preferring peace, excused themselves to Harold for the transaction, averring that they were a people free-born and freely educated and unable to endure the cruelty of any prince, that they had been taught by their ancestors either to live free or die. And did the king wish them to be obedient, he should appoint Morcar to preside over them. Then would he see how cheerfully they could obey, provided they were treated with gentleness. On hearing this, Harold, who regarded the quiet of the country more than the advantage of his brother, recalled his army, and after waiting on the king, settled the earldom on Morcar. Tostig, enraged against everyone, retired with his wife and such of his followers as remained faithful to him over idea to Eldwin, Earl of Flanders, whose daughter he had married, who received them well, and they were all the winter there. On the death of Edward, January 5th, 1066, Harold succeeded to the kingdom, when the revengeful spirit of Tostig impelled him to disturb his brother in the possession of his new dignity, encouraged thereto by William the Conqueror of Normandy, who also laid claim to the English throne. Furnished with 40 ships by his father-in-law, Eldwin, Tostig made his 1st appearance off the Isle of Wight, but was repelled from thence by his dread of the activity of his brother, who was collecting his sea forces in that neighbourhood. He next made a descent upon Yorkshire, entered the Humber with his ships, and committed the most horrible ravages. When Morcar, the earl, with his brother Edwin, marched against him when he passed over to the south side, whither they followed him and surprised him in Lincolnshire, defeated his army, and compelled him to flee to his ships. He then sailed to Scotland with the intention of persuading the Scottish monarch to aid his But failing there, he made application to Harald Hardrada, King of Norway, with better success. Harald was an old, stern, and ambitious warrior, trained to arms from his earliest youth. After many adventures in his own country and in Russia, he made his way to Constantinople, where he entered the service of the emperor as an officer in the Varangian, or Scandinavian bodyguard, of which he ultimately obtained the command. He undertook various expeditions against the pirates who infested the Mediterranean Sea, and joining with the Norman adventurers in Sicily, he attacked the coast of Africa, where he won many battles and acquired much booty. He is said to have fought, during the 10 years he was in the service of the Byzantine emperors, 18 regular battles and to have taken 80 fortified places from the Saracens in Africa, besides several others in Sicily. He took one of these Sicilian towns by having recourse to a very singular expedient. The walls were so strong that he began to doubt whether it would be possible to make a breach in them, and the inhabitants had plenty of provisions and everything that they required for their defence. Under these circumstances, Harald ordered his fowl to catch the small birds that nested in the town and flew to the forest during the day in quest of food for their young. He then caused splinters of inflammable wood smeared with wax and sulfur to be fastened to their backs and enkindled. The birds, when set at liberty, flew them deliberately to their nests under the roofs of the houses in the town, which were thatched with reeds and straw. The fire from the birds soon caught the thatch, and although each bird bore but a small quantity, their number was so great that one house after another began to burn. The whole town was in flames. While resident in the East, he visited the Holy Land. But having received tidings that his nephew Magnus was proclaimed King of Norway and Denmark, he tendered his resignation to the Greek emperor with the view of instantly returning to his native country, which, after many adventures, he succeeded in doing. During his journey homeward, he married Elizabeth, daughter of Yaroslav, Grand Duke of Russia. With a portion of his treasure, he purchased a moiety of the kingdom of Norway from Magnus, and on his death, the old warrior obtained quiet possession of the whole. He afterwards carried on a desolating war with Denmark, to the crown of which he had not the slightest claim. Yet his ambitious and restless spirit impelled him to dispute the election of Svend Estridsen, confirmed as it was by the voice of the nation. Thus, it will be seen that he was no unskilled chief, but a warrior grey in arms and possessed of all the military knowledge of his age, against whom the English Harald had to contend. The expedition which he equipped for the invasion of England is represented as the most powerful that ever left the coast of Norway. It consisted of 200 sails, besides store ships and vessels of smaller size, to the number of 500 in all. Before he departed, the superstitious warrior opened the shrine where the body of his half-brother, Saint Olaf, was deposited, came out, and implored mercy. And Harald thus gained possession of the place and increased his treasures by its plunder. While besieging another town, he fell dangerously ill. When his followers reported that he was dead, Anok requested permission to bury him in one of the churches of the town, which was granted when they entered the place with a magnificent coffin under a canopy of the finest linen. No sooner were they within the gateway than they set down the coffin right across the entrance, placed a bar to keep the gate open, drew their swords, and sounded to arms with their trumpets. The whole army at this signal rushed to the assault, soon made themselves masters of the town, and with the usual Scandinavian barbarity, massacred all the male inhabitants. The priests and monks who had been so eager to offer their services were in the worst plight, for the Varangians cut down everyone without distinction and cut off the nails and hair to take with him as holy relics. After which, he locked the shrine and threw the keys into the River Nid, that it might never again be violated with even so pious an intent. The fatality of the enterprise is said to have been prognosticated by ominous dreams and visions of eagles, wolves, and carrion crows following the ships in expectation of the rich banquet that was awaiting them. Harold touched at the Orkneys, where he was joined by Tostig and a large reinforcement of adventurers, and where he left his queen, Elizabeth, and his 2 daughters, Maria and Ingegerda. Cleveland 1st felt the fury of the invaders. They next plundered and burnt the town of Scarborough, and the whole coast of Yorkshire, from the Tees to the Humber, submitted to them. The fleet entered the Humber and proceeded up the river as far as Rickle, within 10 miles of York, where the Norwegians landed and ravaged the country in the most cruel manner. Morcar and his brother, Edwin, gathered what forces they could on the sudden and made head against the invaders near the village of Fulford, where, after a severe contest and great slaughter on both sides, there was much of the English people slain, drowned, and driven away in flight, and the Northmen had possession of the place of carnage. They next entered York, but not as a place taken by storm, nor was it plundered. Harold and Tostig went into the city, and hostages were delivered unto them by the citizens, who also assisted them with provisions. And they agreed upon a full peace so that they should go with him and this land subdue. No sooner was the English Harold informed of this invasion than he hastened northward with a numerous army to meet the ravagers, and on the 23rd of September, 1066, arrived with his forces at Tadcaster, which he there put in order, ready for instant action. [instrumental music] On the next day, he marched towards York. At his approach, the enemy withdrew, leaving only 150 of their men to prevent him taking peaceable possession of the city and to retard the progress of the English army. As a further means of securing the fidelity of York, the Norwegians elected 500 of the principal inhabitants as hostages and then retired to Stamford Bridge because it had been promised them for a certainty that hostages from all the shire should there be brought to meet them. Instead of the promised hostages, others arrived who took such pledges from them for their future good behaviour, thereby ensuring their due fulfilment without risk of failure. Here, they took up a strong position with the main body of their army on ground gently rising from the River Derwent, the river flowing in front and a wooden bridge, probably well-guarded, forming the means of communication between the opposite sides. The river runs nearly south and is about 8 miles from York and nearly the same distance from its junction with the Ouse. The position appears to have been selected with judgment as easily defended and commanding a view of the country for some distance around. A communication might also be kept up with the fleet lying in the Ouse. The order of battle displayed considerable knowledge of the military art. With both wings bent backwards until they met, the army formed a close, rather irregular circle, everywhere of equal depth, with shield touching shield, so as to form a rampart of bucklers. The royal standard, called the Land Ravager, was planted in the center, and by it, the king and his chosen companions had generally their station. This arrangement was adopted as the best means of defense against the English cavalry's superior strength. The first or outer line presented to the enemy a complete circle of spears, which were held obliquely at a considerable elevation, their ends resting on the ground. This position required the soldiers to bend one knee. The 2nd line stood erect, holding their lances in readiness to pierce the breasts of the horses should they attempt to break through. The archers were sent to help repel these attacks. The Norwegian king, mounted on a black charger with a white star in its forehead, rode round the circle encouraging hill men and was rendered conspicuous by his dazzling helmet and the sky-blue mantle he wore above his coat of mail, which reached halfway down the leg and was called Emma, probably after the name of some favorite lady. Harold of England, notwithstanding all the advantages of his enemy's position, resolved to attack them, and at daybreak on the 25th of September, commenced hostilities with the view of forcing the passage of the river. A detachment on the western side, placed to guard the bridge, appears to have been quickly routed and driven in upon the main body. Then it was, while the English were pursuing the fugitives and attempting to cross the river, that the exploit took place which most historians of this battle have related. [dramatic music] A single Norwegian of gigantic strength and power stood upon the bridge and killed many who attempted the passage and prevented the whole from passing over. Being invited to surrender with the assurance that a man of such courage should experience the amplest clemency from the English, he derided those who entreated him, and with stern countenance, reproached them as a set of cowards who were unable to resist an individual. Then an Englishman aimed at him with a javelin, but it availed nothing. Then came another under the bridge and pierced him terribly inwards under the coat of mail so that he died. [dramatic music] Such is the account given of the almost improbable exploits of this gigantic warrior, which has more the appearance of romance. I must not forget, says Drake in his Eboracum, that though inhabitants of this village, Stamford Bridge, have a custom at an annual feast to make pies in the form of a swill or swine tub, which tradition says was made use of by the man who struck the Norwegian on the bridge instead of a boat. Professor Phillips, speaking of the battle and the champion on the bridge, says, "An annual boat-like cake is the village monument to his fortunate enemy." Harold and his army now passed the river and commenced a furious attack upon the Norwegian lines, which was met with equal spirit, and the issue of the contest appeared a long time doubtful. The armies were nearly equal in numbers, each consisting of about 60,000 men, most of them chosen warriors, proud of their strength and courage, and full of the most savage bravery. The English had a debt of vengeance to pay and a disgrace to wipe out, so that the fight was carried on with unsparing ferocity. [dramatic music] No quarter being given by either party. The battle began about 7 o'clock in the morning and raged with unmitigated fury until 3 in the afternoon when the generalship of the English, Harold, proved superior in the field to that of his Norwegian namesake. He ordered his horsemen to retreat in order to draw the enemy from their position and break their ranks. The stratagem had the desired effect. The Norwegians quitted their position. The English horsemen returned to the charge and obtained a speedy victory over their now disordered and half-armed enemies, for they had thrown aside their shields and breastplates to join in the suit. Harold was pierced in the neck with an arrow and instantly expired. Tostig was also slain, and the greater part of the army, with all the chiefs, perished fighting like madmen. In disordered flight, the remains of the routed army endeavored to reach their ships. The English followed the pursuit with unabated ardor. Many were pushed into the rivers and drowned. Others reached the ships, some of which were boarded and burned, and the whole fleet seized by the victors. The victory was thus complete. The greatest part of the invaders was destroyed, and the whole of their ships, stores, and spoils was captured. [instrumental music] Olaf, son of the Norwegian king, and Paul, Earl of Orkney, who had been left in command of the fleet, were taken prisoners. Here, the magnanimity of Harold shines conspicuously after his skillful bravery had secured the victory in his humanity towards the prisoners. The 2 principal were allowed to depart with the remains of the army and part of the shattered fleet after having solemnly sworn that they would forever maintain faith and friendship with England. The citizens of York, held as hostages, were safely delivered up, and the Norwegian princes departed with the few of their followers who had survived the slaughter. 500 ships were employed in conveying the invaders hither, but 20 were sufficient to carry back the survivors. The disastrous results of the expedition produced so salutary an effect upon the young Norwegian prince that his kingdom enjoyed 25 years of repose under his peaceful and beneficent reign. This splendid victory was of little use to the conqueror, yet it displayed the character of Harold as an active, brave, and generous warrior, well worthy of the kingdom he so successfully defended, worthy of a better fate than that which befell him a few days afterwards at Hastings, where he lost both crown and life when fighting against William, Duke of Normandy. Stamford Bridge, the place where this battle was fought, is a small village of about 400 inhabitants. It has no church and is divided into 2 unequal parts by the River Derwent, the greater or eastern half being in the East Riding and the western in the North Riding of the county. The turnpike road from York to Bridlington passes through it, being about 8 miles from the former and 32 from the latter place. It is a general opinion among antiquaries that this village occupies the site of the Roman station Derwentio, though no camp has been traced nor any abundance of Roman relics found. Its distance from Eboracum, or York, agrees very well with that given in the 1st iter of Antoninus. The wooden bridge, near which the battle was fought, crossed the river about 100 yards above the present one, which is of stone, high, and narrow, and was built when the old one was removed in 1727. The river is about 40 feet wide, in some places more, and is navigable as far as Malton for small vessels. A line of railway passes close to the village from York to Market Weighton. It crosses the river by a lofty viaduct. Some fine views of the beautifully variegated Wold region may be obtained from eminences near the village. A piece of ground called the Battle Flats yet indicates the place of conflict. In plowing this ground, pieces of old swords have been found and a very small sort of horseshoe, which could only fit an ass or the least breed of northern horses. No other vestige remains to tell of the bloody fight that once raged on this spot. The river flows in peace, unstained with blood, and for the din of war, the fire-breathing horse with his rattling train of cars as he dashes along his iron track is an agreeable substitute. How the scale of empire has changed since England and Norway contended for victory at this spot. The arts and arms of the one have spread over and conquered kingdoms in all parts...
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