If the sea smote him, | or sword bit him,
Ill shall I bring | to all his foes.”
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Sigar spake:
[39]. “In the morn he fell | at Frekastein,
The king who was noblest | beneath the sun;
Alf has the joy | of victory all,
Though need therefor | is never his.”
Helgi spake:
[a]40]. “Hail to thee, Svava! | thy sorrow rule,