By the two sons of Bera | and her brother as well.
[50]. Then the warrior spake, | and wild was his anger:
“This is evil to see, | and thy doing is all; [[518]]
Once we were thirty, | we thanes keen for battle,
Now eleven are left, | and great is our lack.
[51]. “There were five of us brothers | when Buthli we lost,
Now Hel has the half, | and two smitten lie here;
A great kinship had I,— | the truth may I hide not,—
From a wife bringing slaughter | small joy could I win.
[52]. We lay seldom together | since to me thou wast given,