The oar-loops were burst, | the thole-pins were broken,
Nor the ship made they fast | ere from her they fared.
[35]. Not long was it after— | the end must I tell—
That the home they beheld | that Buthli once had;
Loud the gates resounded | when Hogni smote them;
Vingi spake then a word | that were better unsaid:
[36]. “Go ye far from the house, | for false is its entrance,
Soon shall I burn you, | ye are swiftly smitten;
I bade ye come fairly, | but falseness was under,
Now bide ye afar | while your gallows I fashion.”