[37]. Then Hogni made answer, | his heart yielded little, [[513]]
And nought did he fear | that his fate held in store:
“Seek not to affright us, | thou shalt seldom succeed;
If thy words are more, | then the worse grows thy fate.”
[38]. Then Vingi did they smite, | and they sent him to hell,
With their axes they clove him | while the death-rattle came.
[39]. Atli summoned his men, | in mail-coats they hastened,
All ready they came, | and between was the courtyard.
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[40]. Then came they to words, | and full wrathful they were: [[514]]