But miserly am I with meat;
Thou never shalt enter | within the house,—
Go forth like a wolf on thy way!”
Svipdag spake:
[a]21]. “Few from the joy | of their eyes will go forth,
When the sight of their loves they seek;
Full bright are the gates | of the golden hall,
And a home shall I here enjoy.”
Fjolsvith spake:
[22]. “Tell me now, fellow, | what father thou hast,