4: ‘The weary, mud-stained prince is admitted to Merlin’s chamber.’

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4: ‘After a long struggle he slides to the floor, exhausted. “Will these hands ever be able to wield a sword again?” Val weeps as he gazes at his numbed, swollen fingers.’

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2: ‘Beside a cool spring Slith bathes his battered brow. His respect for Hulta is as great as the ache in his head, which is considerable. A warrior’s daughter, he reflects, is too high-spirited for him!’

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2: ‘So when, from her tower, she sees Prince Valiant returning she tidies her hair, puts on her most becoming gown and smiles a thoughtful smile.’

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4: ‘Heated stones are rolled in, water poured upon them and soon the warm steam has taken the chill from his bones.’

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6: ‘Sundown finds them approaching their hummock of land.’

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3: ‘Once a half-seen monster lumbers - splashing away through the tall reeds.’

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9: ‘Remembering the fighting qualities of the king’s hardy veterans, the Britons arrange a parley.’

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7: ‘At last they reach the mysterious Fen Country and are halted by the great marshes.’

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1: “Fight or be drowned by the incoming tide”. Grimly and desperately they fight until -

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5: ‘The half-savage Britons oppose their landing.’

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6:’Whither he drifted Val never knew, for thirst and weariness at last overpower him . . . . . .’

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No. 259 - 25 January, 1942
6: .. . . . . . He bursts through the thickets and there, facing him with bared fangs and the malevolent glare of a demon, is an ogre of such terrifying aspect that Val’s brave heart quails within him.’

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6: ‘. . . . . . He bursts through the thickets and there, facing him with bared fangs and the malevolent glare of a demon, is an ogre of such terrifying aspect that Val’s brave heart quails within him.’
‘Next Week - The Battle’

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8: ‘“The very thought of her fills me with unrest. I shall go to the witch Horrit and learn if this be part of her evil prophecy.”’

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8: ‘“The very thought of her fills me with unrest. I shall go to the witch Horrit and learn if this be part of her evil prophecy.”’

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8: ‘“Now push you love-lorn lunatic, we may yet reach shore!”’

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7: ‘Val’s earnest profanity ends in a sputter as he dives for the nearby push poles.’

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3: ‘“The bear is but wounded, I saw him move,” announces Gundar. “Hand me your poles while you shoot him again.”’

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‘“There is the fur I’ll need this coming winter,” whispers Sigrid pointing across the mountain torrent where a bear is ambling along. Swift arrows find their mark and the beast drops.’

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