That laughing once | of the men she had won.
Brynhild spake:
[16]. “Gunnar, I dreamed | a dream full grim:
In the hall were corpses; | cold was my bed;
And, ruler, thou | didst joyless ride,
With fetters bound | in the foemen’s throng.
[17]. “. . . . . . . . | . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . . | . . . . . . . .
Utterly now | your Niflung race
All shall die; | your oaths ye have broken.