The Saber of Scandinavia. Looks young. I could not get Nightcafe to make his sword look right, sorry.

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Downe in yonder greene field,
There lies a Knight slain under his shield,
His hounds they lie downe at his feete,
So well do they their Master keepe.
His Hawkes they flie so eagerly,
There’s no fowle that dare come near he
- Three Ravens (Child 26, English variant)