“Long since did we plan | how soon we might slay you.”
Hogni spake:
[41]. “Little it matters | if long ye have planned it;
For unarmed do ye wait, | and one have we felled,
We smote him to hell, | of your host was he once.”
[42]. Then wild was their anger | when all heard his words;
Their fingers were swift | on their bowstrings to seize,
Full sharply they shot, | by their shields were they guarded.
[43]. In the house came the word | how the heroes without [[515]]
Fought in front of the hall; | they heard a thrall tell it;