And hurled his sword | at the slayer bold; [[428]]
At Gotthorm flew | the glittering steel
Of Gram full hard | from the hand of the king.
[23]. The foeman cleft | asunder fell,
Forward hands | and head did sink,
And legs and feet | did backward fall.
[24]. Guthrun soft | in her bed had slept,
Safe from care | at Sigurth’s side;
She woke to find | her joy had fled,
In the blood of the friend | of Freyr she lay.