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Thrands grave

 

Thorstein decided to see what was occurring with Thrand and Steiner’s cattle.

He arose early one morning and walked up the hill. Down in his pasture were the errant cattle. Up on a thinly wooded knoll was the errant Thrand. Throstein walked toward Thrand but there was no movement.

Thrand was sound asleep with his boots and worrysome broadaxe laying beside him.

Thorstein only carried a small axe with a short handle.

He poked Thrand with the butt end of the handle. Thrand awoke with a start and reached for his axe.

“What do you want?” Thrand asked.

Thorstein told him he wanted Steiner’s cattle off of his property and never to return.

Thrand made several insulting remarks and told Thorstein to be ready to die.

As he was putting his boots on Thorstein took one mighty axe swipe at Thrand’s neck.

His head was mostly off and laying on his chest.

Thorstein covered him with rocks and returned home.

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