The fate she let grow, | and the shining wealth go,
Nor spared she the treasure | of the temple itself.
[43]. Unwise then was Atli, | he had drunk to wildness,
No weapon did he have, | and of Guthrun bewared not;
Oft their play was better | when both in gladness
Each other embraced | among princes all.
[44]. With her sword she gave blood | for the bed to drink, [[498]]
With her death-dealing hand, | and the hounds she loosed,
The thralls she awakened, | and a firebrand threw
In the door of the hall; | so vengeance she had.