“Here have I the heart | of Hogni the valiant,
Unlike to the heart | of Hjalli the craven,
Little it trembles | as it lies on the platter,
Still less did it tremble | when it lay in his breast.
[27]. “So distant, Atli, | from all men’s eyes,
Shalt thou be as thou | . . . . . from the gold.
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[28]. “To no one save me | is the secret known
Of the Niflungs’ hoard, | now Hogni is dead;