What call they the mountain | on which the maid
Is lying so lovely to see?”
Fjolsvith spake:
[52]. “Lyfjaberg is it, | and long shall it be
A joy to the sick and the sore;
For well shall grow | each woman who climbs it,
Though sick full long she has lain.”
Svipdag spake:
[a]53]. “Now answer me, Fjolsvith, | the question I ask,
For now the truth would I know: