“Homeward no more | his mother to see
Comes the spear-god, fallen | mid Gothic folk;
One death-draught thou | for us all shalt drink,
For Svanhild then | and thy sons as well.”
[a]9]. Weeping Guthrun, | Gjuki’s daughter,
Went sadly before | the gate to sit,
And with tear-stained cheeks | to tell the tale
Of her mighty griefs, | so many in kind.
[a]10]. “Three home-fires knew I, | three hearths I knew,
Home was I brought | by husbands three;