Check thou mine elder brother's might;
That ne'er again his deadly spite
May rob me of mine ancient right,
Or vex my soul with woe.”
The league was struck, a league to bring
To Sítá fiends, and Vánar king[556]
Apportioned bliss and bale.
Through her left eye quick throbbings shot,[557]
Glad signs the lady doubted not,
That told their hopeful tale.