The leader they asked | if his life he fain
With gold would buy, | the king of the Goths.
Gunnar spake:
[22]. “First the heart of Hogni | shall ye lay in my hands, [[491]]
All bloody from the breast | of the bold one cut
With keen-biting sword, | from the son of the king.”
[23]. . . . . . . . . | . . . . . . . .
They cut out the heart | from the breast of Hjalli,
On a platter they bore it, | and brought it to Gunnar.
[a]24]. Then Gunnar spake forth, | the lord of the folk: