Brighter far | than the fairest day
Svanhild shall be, | or the beams of the sun.
[55]. “Guthrun a noble | husband thou givest,
Yet to many a warrior | woe will she bring,
Not happily wedded | she holds herself;
Her shall Atli | hither seek,
(Buthli’s son, | and brother of mine.)
[56]. “Well I remember | how me ye treated
When ye betrayed me | with treacherous wiles;
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