If I my life | could only lose,
Or like to birch-wood | burned might be.
[14]. From the mountain forth | five days I fared,
Till Hoalf’s hall | so high I saw; [[455]]
Seven half-years | with Thora I stayed,
Hokon’s daughter, | in Denmark then.
[15]. With gold she broidered, | to bring me joy,
Southern halls | and Danish swans;
On the tapestry wove we | warrior’s deeds,
And the hero’s thanes | on our handiwork;