Of old there were two, | while we twain were alive,
Now is none but I, | for I only am living.
[29]. “The swift Rhine shall hold | the strife-gold of heroes,
That once was the gods’, | the wealth of the Niflungs, [[493]]
In the depths of the waters | the death-rings shall glitter,
And not shine on the hands | of the Hunnish men.”
Atli spake:
[30]. “Ye shall bring the wagon, | for now is he bound.”
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[31]. On the long-maned Glaum | rode Atli the great,