Bitter at heart | the host beheld.
[33]. Then Gothmund asked, | goodly of birth,
. . . . . . . . | . . . . . . . .
“Who is the monarch | who guides the host,
And to the land | the warriors leads?”
[34]. Sinfjotli answered, | and up on an oar
Raised a shield all red | with golden rim; [[301]]
A sea-sentry was he, | skilled to speak,
And in words with princes | well to strive.
[35]. “Say tonight | when you feed the swine,