What the twain from the tree | had told him then,
The raven and eagle, | as home they rode.
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[a]14]. Brynhild awoke, | the daughter of Buthli,
The warrior’s daughter, | ere dawn of day:
“Love me or hate me, | the harm is done,
And my grief cries out, | or else I die.”
[a]15]. Silent were all | who heard her speak,
And nought of the heart | of the queen they knew,
Who wept such tears | the thing to tell