All in the end | shall Atli know, [[433]]
When he hears I have gone | on the death-road hence.”
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[41]. “Never a wife | of fickle will
Yet to another | man should yield.
. . . . . . . . | . . . . . . . .
So vengeance for all | my ills shall come.”
[42]. Up rose Gunnar, | the people’s ruler,
And flung his arms | round her neck so fair;
And all who came, | of every kind,