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PROSE EDDA
- That gory Wound-Amender
- To the glorious Monarch offered
- The necklace not for fear's sake,
- At the mote of fatal weapons:
- Ever as restraining battle
- She seemed, although she goaded
- Warriors to walk the death-road
- With the ravening Wolf's dire Sister.
- The Prince of Folk, the Land-God,
- Let not the fight, wolf-gladdening,
- Halt, nor slaughter on the sands cease,--
- Hate, deadly, swelled in Högni,
- When the stern Lords of Sword-Din
- Sought Hedinn with stern weapons,
- Rather than receive
- The necklet-rings of Hildr.
- And that baleful Witch of Women,
- Wasting the fruits of victory,
- Took governance on the island
- O'er the axe, the Birnie's Ruin;
- All the Ship-King's war-host
- Went wrathful 'neath the firm shields
- Of Hjarrajidi, swift-marching
- From Reifnir's fleet sea-horses.
- On the fair shield of Svölnir
- One may perceive the onslaught;
- Ragnarr[1] gave me the Ship-Moon,
- With many tales marked on it.
- ↑ See page 161.
