Saith King Elf: "Great words of women! or great hath our dwelling become."
Said the women: "Words shall be greater, when all folk shall praise our home."
"What then hath betid," said King Elf, "do the high Gods stand in our gate?"
"Nay," said they, "else were we silent, and they should be telling of fate."
"Is the bidding come," said the Helper, "that we wend the Gods to see?"
"Many summers and winters," they said, "ye shall live on the earth, it may be."
Said a young man: "Will ye be telling that all we shall die no more?"
"Nay," they answered, "nay, who knoweth but the change may be hard at the door?"
"Come ships from the sea," said an elder, "with all gifts of the Eastland gold?"
"Was there less than enough," said the women, "when last our treasure was told?"