Swear by the sacred | stone so white,
That nought was there | with Thjothmar’s son
That man or woman | may not know.
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[a]4]. “Nor ever once | did my arms embrace
The hero brave, | the leader of hosts;
In another manner | our meeting was,
When our sorrows we | in secret told.
[5]. “With thirty warriors | Thjothrek came,
Nor of all his men | doth one remain;