Where her father lies dead and cold.
Little recks she of fear or favour,
Though quake now fell and fold.
29. Then up and spake the voice of Arngrim,
And these words first spake he:—
"O where are my eleven sons gone,
Since daughters are visiting me?"
30. "I pass not for my eleven brothers,
Or where they share their fee.
No treasure have I, save only Hjalmar,