First in the throng | where warriors fought;
(Fierce in battle, | slow to fly,
Hard the heart | of the hero was.)
[56]. From heaven there came | the maidens helmed,—
The weapon-clang grew,— | who watched o’er the king;
Spake Sigrun fair,— | the wound-givers flew,
And the horse of the giantess | raven’s-food had:—
[57]. “Hail to thee, hero! | full happy with men,
Offspring of Yngvi, | shalt ever live,
For thou the fearless | foe hast slain