Daughter of Buthli, | the doughty king,
And Heimir fosters | the fearless maid.”
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Sigurth spake:
[a]28]. “What is it to me, | though the maiden be
So fair, and of Heimir | the fosterling is?
Gripir, truth | to me shalt tell,
For all of fate | before me thou seest.”
Gripir spake:
[a]29]. “Of many a joy | the maiden robs thee,