The letters would she read | by the light of the fire;
But full quickly her tongue | to her palate clave,
So strange did they seem | that their meaning she saw not.
[10]. Full soon then his bed | came Hogni to seek,
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The clear-souled one dreamed, | and her dream she kept not,
To the warrior the wise one | spake when she wakened:
[11]. “Thou wouldst go hence, Hogni, | but heed my counsel,— [[504]]
Known to few are the runes,— | and put off thy faring;
I have read now the runes | that thy sister wrote,