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Often appears with: battle and tactics · treaties, truces, and peacemaking · the fear of death · supply, logistics, and encampment · sally and counteraction · hasdrubal relief · harald sigurdson death · cutting off foragers · conquest, plunder, and captives · battle chants · arrow wound
Usually: narrative (2) · confronting death (1) · reconciliation (1) · sudden reversal of fortune (1) · censure (1) · detachment (1) · lament (1)
“Forward go we in folk array Without our mail Under blue blades; The helmets shine, No mail have I; On the ships yonder Our garb doth lie.” Snorri Sturluson, The sagas of Olaf Tryggvason and of Harald the Tyran · vivid
“Yet a conflict full as hard was foughten after Tosti the Earl had taken his place under the King's banner. Then both the hosts fell to arraying themselves for the second time, and an exceeding long truce was there in the battle.” Snorri Sturluson, The sagas of Olaf Tryggvason and of Harald the Tyran · observation
Minucius times his attack to cut off Hannibal’s foragers; Romans kill many, nearly breach ramparts, and Hannibal narrowly holds until Hasdrubal relieves him, after which Hannibal and Romans change foraging behavior.
their two armies, and each command their respective part in their own way. Minucius joyfully accepting the second alternative, they divided the men and encamped separately about twelve stades apart. [Sidenote: Hannibal draws on Minucius.] +104.+ Partly from observing what was taking place, and partly from the information of prisoners, Hannibal knew of the mutual jealousy of the two generals, and the impetuosity and…
Harald Sigurdson chants verses about advancing into battle, then fights fiercely; he is wounded by an arrow in the throat and dies, leading to further truce, renewed battle, and refusal of quarter.
who he was. Rather would I that he should be my slayer than I his.' Then said King Harald Sigurdson: 'A little man was he, but firm in his stirrups.' It is said that King Harald chanted this verse: 'Forward go we in folk array Without our mail Under blue blades; The helmets shine, No mail have I; On the ships yonder Our garb doth lie.' || Now the mail-shirt to Harald was hight 'Emma,' and it was so lon…