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 :'Thou shalt not hold
 * The stead of Hleidr,
 * The red gold rings
 * Nor the gods' holy altar;
 * We grasp the handle,
 * Maiden, more hardly,&mdash;
 * We were not warmer
 * In the wound-gore of corpses.


 * 'My father's maid
 * Mightily ground
 * For she saw the feyness
 * Of men full many;
 * The sturdy posts
 * From the flour-box started,
 * Made staunch with iron.
 * Grind we yet swifter.


 * 'Grind we yet swifter!
 * The son of Yrsa,
 * Hálfdanr's kinsman,
 * Shall come with vengeance
 * On Fródi's head:
 * Him shall men call
 * Yrsa's son and brother.
 * We both know that.'