And Gotthorm and Hogni, | then give heed?
Shall Gjuki’s sons, | now tell me, Gripir,
Redden their blades | with their kinsman’s blood?”
Gripir spake:
[a]51]. “Heavy it lies | on Guthrun’s heart,
When her brothers all | shall bring thee death;
Never again | shall she happiness know,
The woman so fair; | ’tis Grimhild’s work.”
Sigurth spake:
[52]. “Now fare thee well! | our fates we shun not;