Thou shalt never see | in their seats again
The sharers of gold | their lances shaping,
(Clipping the manes | or minding their steeds.)”
[41]. There was clamor on the benches, | and the cry of men, [[497]]
The clashing of weapons, | and weeping of the Huns,
Save for Guthrun only, | she wept not ever
For her bear-fierce brothers, | or the boys so dear,
So young and so unhappy, | whom with Atli she had.
[42]. Gold did she scatter, | the swan-white one,
And rings of red gold | to the followers gave she;