Ne’er with my husband | joy I had,
And my sons by my brothers’ | fate were saved not.
[35]. . . . . . . . . | . . . . . . . .
I could not rest | till of life I had robbed
The warrior bold, | the maker of battles.
[36]. Soon on horseback | each hero was, [[462]]
And the foreign women | in wagons faring;
A week through lands | so cold we went,
And a second week | the waves we smote,
(And a third through lands | that water lacked).