Ended, Sigurth, | is all I see,
No further aught | of Gripir ask.”
Sigurth spake:
[a]20]. “Sorrow brings me | the word thou sayest,
For, monarch, forward | further thou seest;
Sad the grief | for Sigurth thou knowest,
Yet nought to me, Gripir, | known wilt make.”
Gripir spake:
[a]21]. “Before me lay | in clearest light
All of thy youth | for mine eyes to see;