Across it he bade | the hero come
Who brought me the gold | that Fafnir guarded.
[11]. “On Grani rode | the giver of gold, [[446]]
Where my foster-father | ruled his folk;
Best of all | he seemed to be,
The prince of the Danes, | when the people met.
[12]. “Happy we slept, | one bed we had,
As he my brother | born had been;
Eight were the nights | when neither there
Loving hand | on the other laid.