Helgi spake:
[33]. “Grieve not, Hethin, | for true shall hold
The words we both | by the beer have sworn;
To the isle a warrior | wills that I go,
(There shall I come | the third night hence;)
And doubtful must be | my coming back,
(So may all be well, | if fate so wills.)”
Hethin spake:
[a]34]. “Thou saidst once, Helgi, | that Hethin was
A friend full good, | and gifts didst give him;