Than talking with a wooer
Or going to the bench
In a bride-walk.’[[385]]
“When Angantyr heard this he curled his lips, and it was a long time before he spoke; at last he said: ‘In an unbrotherly manner wast thou treated, my famous sister.’ Thereupon he looked over his hird, and there were not many. He sang—
‘Very many were we
When we drank the mead;
Now we are fewer
When we should be more;
I do not see one
Among my men