This page has been validated.
THE WHETTING OF GUDRUN.
239
And the blue-white bed-gear
Upon thy bed
Grew red with man’s blood—
With the blood of thy mate!
Upon thy bed
Grew red with man’s blood—
With the blood of thy mate!
“Too baleful vengeance
Wroughtest thou for thy brethren
Most sore and evil
When thy sons thou slewedst,
Else all we together
On Jormunrek
Had wrought sore vengeance
For that our sister.
Wroughtest thou for thy brethren
Most sore and evil
When thy sons thou slewedst,
Else all we together
On Jormunrek
Had wrought sore vengeance
For that our sister.
“Come, bring forth quickly
The Hun kings’ bright gear,
Since thou hast urged us
Unto the sword-Thing!”
The Hun kings’ bright gear,
Since thou hast urged us
Unto the sword-Thing!”
Laughing went Gudrun
To the bower of good gear,
Kings’ crested helms
From chests she drew,
And wide-wrought byrnies
Bore to her sons:
Then on their horses
Load laid the heroes.
To the bower of good gear,
Kings’ crested helms
From chests she drew,
And wide-wrought byrnies
Bore to her sons:
Then on their horses
Load laid the heroes.
Then spake Hamdir,
The high-hearted—
“Never cometh again
The high-hearted—
“Never cometh again
