Down on the ships.’
“Emma was his brynja called; it was so long that it reached to the middle of his leg, and so strong that never had a weapon stuck in it. The king said: ‘This song was badly composed, and I will sing a better one.’ He sang:—
‘Not that we crouch
From the clash of weapons
In the bight of the shield;
Thus bade to fight the word-true Hild.
The woman (Hild) asked me early
To carry the helmet-stem (= the head)
High in the din of metals (= fight)
Where the ice of Hlokk (sword) met with heads.’