Its fruit to the flames to bear;
Then out shall come | what within was hid,
And so is it mighty with men.”
Svipdag spake:
[a]33]. “Now answer me, Fjolsvith, | the question I ask,
For now the truth would I know:
What cock is he | on the highest bough,
That glitters all with gold?”
Fjolsvith spake:
[34]. “Vithofnir his name, | and now he shines