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PROSE EDDA
- Hermódr and Bragi,
- Spake Hropta-Týr.
- Go ye to greet the Prince;
- For a king who seemeth
- A champion cometh
- To the hall hither.
Thus sang Kormákr:
- The Giver of Lands, who bindeth
- The sail to the top, with gold-lace
- Honors him who pours god's verse-mead;
- Odin wrought charms on Rindr.
Thus sang Steinthórr:
- Much have I to laud
- The ancient-made (though little)
- Liquor of the valiant
- Load of Gunnlöd's arm-clasp.
Thus sang Úlfr Uggason:
- There I think the Valkyrs follow,
- And ravens, Victorious Odin
- To the blood of holy Baldr.
- With old tales the hall was painted.
Thus sang Egill Skallagrímsson:
- No victims for this
- To Víli's brother,
- The High-God, I offer,
- Glad to behold him;
