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PROSE EDDA
- So slung we
- The whirling stone,
- The mighty boulder,
- Till men took it.
- 'And soon after
- In Sweden's realm,
- We twain fore-knowing
- Strode to the fighting;
- Bears we hunted,
- And shields we broke;
- We strode through
- The gray-mailed spear-host.
- We cast down a king,
- We crowned another;
- To Gotthormr good
- We gave assistance;
- No quiet was there
- Ere Knúi fell.
- 'This course we held
- Those years continuous,
- That we were known
- For warriors mighty;
- There with sharp spears
- Wounds we scored,
- Let blood from wounds,
- And reddened the brand.
