Our meeting last | in life is this;
Hard the wounds | of the hero bleed,
And close to my heart | the sword has come.
[41]. “I bid thee, Svava,— | weep not, bride,—
If thou wilt hearken | to these my words,
The bed for Hethin | have thou ready,
And yield thy love | to the hero young.”
Svava spake:
[a]42]. “A vow I had | in my dear-loved home,
When Helgi sought | with rings to have me,