And the light of life from thine eye.
Hjalmar made answer[3]:
With sixteen wounds is my mailcoat rent,
And the world is fading fast.
Blindly I tread in the gathering gloom,
Pierced to the heart at the last
By Angantyr's sword with its pitiless point
And its edges in poison cast.
*I have given no cause to Ingibjörg