Yet they wept as their home | with the hero they left;
And the little heir | of Hogni called loudly:
“Go safe now, ye wise ones, | wherever ye will!”
[13]. Then let the bold heroes | their bit-champing horses
On the mountains gallop, | and through Myrkwood the secret;
All Hunland was shaken | where the hard-souled ones rode,
On the whip-fearers fared they | through fields that were green.
[14]. Then they saw Atli’s halls, | and his watch-towers high, [[488]]
On the walls so lofty | stood the warriors of Buthli;
The hall of the southrons | with seats was surrounded,