I own to the guilt | that is ending thy life,
And the son of Hogni; | ’tis so thy wounds bleed.”
Atli spake:
“To murder hast thou fared, | though foul it must seem;
Ill thy friend to betray | who trusted thee well.
[87]. “Not glad went I hence | thy hand to seek, Guthrun,
In thy widowhood famed, | but haughty men found thee;
My belief did not lie, | as now we have learned;
I brought thee home hither, | and a host of men with us.
[88]. “Most noble was all | when of old we journeyed,