And for Gjuki’s sons, | whose trust they deceived.
[2]. Fate grew for the princes, | to death they were given;
Ill counsel was Atli’s, | though keenness he had; [[501]]
He felled his staunch bulwark, | his own sorrow fashioned,
Soon a message he sent | that his kinsmen should seek him.
[3]. Wise was the woman, | she fain would use wisdom,
She saw well what meant | all they said in secret;
From her heart it was hid | how help she might render,
The sea they should sail, | while herself she should go not.
[4]. Runes did she fashion, | but false Vingi made them,