Of the hero fair | with flashing rings,
If hence my following | goes with him;
Not mean our faring | forth shall be.
[69]. “Bond-women five | shall follow him,
And eight of my thralls, | well-born are they,
Children with me, | and mine they were
As gifts that Buthli | his daughter gave.
[a]70]. “Much have I told thee, | and more would say
If fate more space | for speech had given;
My voice grows weak, | my wounds are swelling;