Let not a father’s hand consign
A gift so fatal to thy line.
For, lo! I see before this sword
Thine offspring perish, till restored
To son of thine, who then shall prove
The Heidrek of his people’s love.
Hervor.
I heed thee not; but by the sway
Of spells which spirits must obey,
I charge thee, by enchantments dread,