On my bit-champing steed | through Myrkwood the secret,
To bid you, Gunnar, | to his benches to come,
With helms round the hearth, | and Atli’s home seek.
[4]. “Shields shall ye choose there, | and shafts made of ash-wood,
Gold-adorned helmets, | and slaves out of Hunland, [[484]]
Silver-gilt saddle-cloths, | shirts of bright scarlet,
With lances and spears too, | and bit-champing steeds.
[5]. “The field shall be given you | of wide Gnitaheith,
With loud-ringing lances, | and stems gold-o’erlaid,
Treasures full huge, | and the home of Danp,