And the draught that I made thee | was mixed with their blood.
[78]. “I cut out their hearts, | on a spit I cooked them,
I came to thee with them, | and calf’s flesh I called them;
Alone didst thou eat them, | nor any didst leave, [[528]]
Thou didst greedily bite, | and thy teeth were busy.
[79]. “Of thy sons now thou knowest; | few suffer more sorrow;
My guilt have I told, | fame it never shall give me.”
Atli spake:
[80]. “Grim wast thou, Guthrun, | in so grievous a deed,
My draught with the blood | of thy boys to mingle;