With targets bound | and shields full bright.
[15]. Mid weapons and lances | did Atli his wine
In the war-hall drink, | without were his watchmen,
For Gunnar they waited, | if forth he should go,
With their ringing spears | they would fight with the ruler.
[a]16]. This their sister saw, | as soon as her brothers
Had entered the hall,— | little ale had she drunk:
“Betrayed art thou, Gunnar! | what guard hast thou, hero,
’Gainst the plots of the Huns? | from the hall flee swiftly!
[17]. “Brother, ’twere far better | to have come in byrnie,