Nor that made me, Völund, | more bitter for vengeance;
There is no man so high | from thy horse to take thee,
Or so doughty an archer | as down to shoot thee,
While high in the clouds | thy course thou takest.”
[40]. Laughing Völund | rose aloft,
But left in sadness | Nithuth sat.
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[41]. Then spake Nithuth, | lord of the Njars:
“Rise up, Thakkrath, | best of my thralls,