[3]. “The hero has | a doom full hard,
That barley now | he needs must grind;
Better befits | his hand to feel
The hilt of the sword | than the millstone’s handle.”
Hagal answered and said:
[4]. “Small is the wonder | if boards are splintered;
By a monarch’s daughter | the mill is turned; [[313]]
Once through clouds | she was wont to ride,
And battles fought | like fighting men,
(Till Helgi a captive | held her fast;