Their byrnies all | with blood were red,
And from their spears | the sparks flew forth.
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[17]. Early then | in wolf-wood asked
The mighty king | of the southern maid,
If with the hero | home would she
Come that night; | the weapons clashed.
[18]. Down from her horse | sprang Hogni’s daughter,—
The shields were still,— | and spake to the hero:
“Other tasks | are ours, methinks,