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Fjord, as Einarr sang:
- Next I see a serpent
- Carved well on the splendid ale-horn:
- Let the Fjord-Fire's Dispenser
- Learn how for that I pay him.
Wetness, as Markús sang:
- I'll not lampoon the Chatterer,
- Lord of the fearful sword-blade,
- Who squanders the Sun of Wetness:
- Ill is he who spoileth verses.
LXI. "What are the names of fire? Even as is written here:
- Not seldom does the fire blaze
- Which Magnús sets: the stalwart
- Ruler burns habitations:
- Houses blow reek before him.
Glow, as Valgardr sang:
- Fierce Glow, with red-hot embers,
- Swiftly from the soot flared,
- Straight o'er the tottering dwellings
- Stood up the dense smoke-columns.
Bale, as here:
- Haki was burned on Bale,
- Where the sea's broad wake weltered.
