With thy household helmed, | to see Atli’s home, [[489]]
And to sit in the saddle | all day ’neath the sun,
(That the sword-norns might weep | for the death-pale warriors,
And the Hunnish shield-maids | might shun not the sword,)
And send Atli himself | to the den of the snakes;
(Now the den of the snakes | for thee is destined.)”
Gunnar spake:
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“Too late is it, sister, | to summon the Niflungs,
Long is it to come | to the throng of our comrades,