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Thus sang Glúmr Geirason:

Hilmir beneath the helmet

Reddened the sword hone-hollowed.^[1]

Thus sang Óttarr the Swarthy:

Let Jöfurr hear the beginning

Of his laud: all the king's praises

Shall be maintained, and justly

Let him mark my praise-song's measures.

As Stúfr sang:

The glory-ardent Tyggi

South before Niz with two hands

Beat down the band of heroes:

Glad beneath their shields the host went.

Thus sang Hallfredr:

From Skyli I am parted:

This age of swords hath caused it.

'T is greatest of all self-mockings

To hope that the king's guard cometh.

Thus sang Markús:

I bid the hawklike Danish Harri

Hark to my cunning web of praises.

1. See page 197.