[48]. “Now must I ride | the reddened ways,
And my bay steed set | to tread the sky;
Westward I go | to wind-helm’s bridges,
Ere Salgofnir wakes | the warrior throng.”
Then Helgi and his followers rode on their way, and [[330]]the women went home to the dwelling. Another evening Sigrun bade the maiden keep watch at the hill. And at sunset when Sigrun came to the hill she said:
[49]. “Now were he come, | if come he might,
Sigmund’s son, | from Othin’s seat;
Hope grows dim | of the hero’s return
When eagles sit | on the ash-tree boughs,
And men are seeking | the meeting of dreams.”