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THE HELL-RIDE OF BRYNHILD.
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How for me they have gotten
Those heirs of Giuki,
A loveless life,
A life of lies.

“Hild under helm,
The Hlymdale people,
E’en those who knew me,
Ever would call me.

“The changeful shapes
Of us eight sisters,
The wise king bade
Under oak-tree to bear:
Of twelve winters was I,
If thou listest to wot,
When I sware to the young lord
Oaths of love.

“Thereafter gat I
Mid the folk of the Goths,
For Helmgunnar the old,
Swift journey to Hell,
And gave to Aud’s brother
The young, gain and glory;
Whereof overwrath
Waxed Odin with me.

“So he shut me in shield-wall
In Skata grove,
Red shields and white
Close set around me;