“Take counsel wise, | for brave ones are come,
Of mighty men | thou the sister didst murder.”
[22]. Then Jormunrek laughed, | his hand laid on his beard,
His arms, for with wine | he was warlike, he called for;
He shook his brown locks, | on his white shield he looked,
And raised high the cup | of gold in his hand.
[23]. “Happy, methinks, | were I to behold
Hamther and Sorli | here in my hall; [[553]]
The men would I bind | with strings of bows,
And Gjuki’s heirs | on the gallows hang.”