For a nobler maid | would never be born
On earth, he said, | if death should spare her.
[16]. “At her weaving Brynhild | sat in her bower,
Lands and folk | alike she had; [[475]]
The earth and heaven | high resounded
When Fafnir’s slayer | the city saw.
[17]. “Then battle was fought | with the foreign swords,
And the city was broken | that Brynhild had;
Not long thereafter, | but all too soon,
Their evil wiles | full well she knew.