What root beneath it runs;
And few can guess | what shall fell the tree,
For fire nor iron shall fell it.”
Svipdag spake:
[a]31]. “Now answer me, Fjolsvith, | the question I ask,
For now the truth would I know: [[243]]
What grows from the seed | of the tree so great,
That fire nor iron shall fell?”
Fjolsvith spake:
[32]. “Women, sick | with child, shall seek