Now, Guthrun, as well | for us both shalt thou weep,
We sit doomed on our steeds, | and far hence shall we die.”
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[11]. Then the fame-glad one— | on the steps she was—
The slender-fingered, | spake with her son:
“Ye shall danger have | if counsel ye heed not;
. . . . . . . . | . . . . . . . .
By two heroes alone | shall two hundred of Goths
Be bound or be slain | in the lofty-walled burg.”
[12]. From the courtyard they fared, | and fury they breathed;