Lofty as long | as the world shall live,
Battle-bringer, | thy name shall be.”
Sigurth spake:
[a]24]. “Nought could seem worse, | but now must part
The prince and Sigurth, | since so it is;
My road I ask,— | the future lies open,—
Mighty one, speak, | my mother’s brother.”
Gripir spake:
[a]25]. “Now to Sigurth | all shall I say,
For to this the warrior | bends my will;