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Now broke the large
Braces 'neath the mill, —
The iron-bound braces.
Let us yet grind!
Let us yet grind!
Yrsa's son
Shall on Frode revenge
Halfdan's death.
He shall Yrsa's
Offspring be named,
And yet Yrsa's brother.
Both of us know it.
The mill turned the maidens, —
Their might they tested;
Young they were,
And giantesses wild.
The braces trembled.
Then fell the mill,—
In twain was broken
The heavy stone.
All the old world
Shook and trembled,
But the giant's maid
Speedily said:
We have turned the mill. Frode!
Now we may stop.
By the mill long enough
The maidens have stood.
