(Mine own is better | than all the Huns’ treasure.)”
Hogni spake:
[8]. “What seeks she to say, | that she sends us a ring,
Woven with a wolf’s hair? | methinks it gives warning;
In the red ring a hair | of the heath-dweller found I,
Wolf-like shall our road be | if we ride on this journey.”
[9]. Not eager were his comrades, | nor the men of his kin, [[486]]
The wise nor the wary, | nor the warriors bold.
But Gunnar spake forth | as befitted a king,
Noble in the beer-hall, | and bitter his scorn: