Thy help at the hill of death.”
Groa spake:
[a]2]. “What evil vexes | mine only son,
What baleful fate hast thou found,
That thou callest thy mother, | who lies in the mould,
And the world of the living has left?”
Svipdag spake:
[3]. “The woman false | whom my father embraced
Has brought me a baleful game;
For she bade me go forth | where none may fare,