CHAP. VIII.
Now Onund and Asmund sailed into the sea when they were ready, and held company together; then sang Onund this stave—
"Meet was I in days agone
For storm, wherein the Sweeping One,
Midst rain of swords, and the darts' breath,
Blew o'er all a gale of death.
Now a maimed, one-footed man
On rollers' steed through waters wan