The men who were born | of the gods above,
. . . . . . . . | . . . . . . . .
[9]. “A wager have made | in the foreign metal
Ottar the young | and Angantyr; [[221]]
We must guard, for the hero | young to have,
His father’s wealth, | the fruits of his race.
[10]. “For me a shrine | of stones he made,—
And now to glass | the rock has grown;—
Oft with the blood | of beasts was it red;
In the goddesses ever | did Ottar trust.