Hoard and rings, | the sons of Hunding;
They bade the prince | requital pay
For booty stolen | and father slain.
[12]. The prince let not | their prayers avail,
Nor gold for their dead | did the kinsmen get;
Waiting, he said, | was a mighty storm
Of lances gray | and Othin’s grimness.
[13]. The warriors forth | to the battle went,
The field they chose | at Logafjoll; [[295]]
Frothi’s peace | midst foes they broke,