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 Fjord, as Einarr sang:


 * Next I see a serpent
 * Carved well on the splendid ale-horn:
 * Let the Fjord-Fire's Dispenser
 * Learn how for that I pay him.

Wetness, as Markús sang:


 * I'll not lampoon the Chatterer,
 * Lord of the fearful sword-blade,
 * Who squanders the Sun of Wetness:
 * Ill is he who spoileth verses.

LXI. "What are the names of fire? Even as is written here:


 * Not seldom does the fire blaze
 * Which Magnús sets: the stalwart
 * Ruler burns habitations:
 * Houses blow reek before him.

Glow, as Valgardr sang:


 * Fierce Glow, with red-hot embers,
 * Swiftly from the soot flared,
 * Straight o'er the tottering dwellings
 * Stood up the dense smoke-columns.

Bale, as here:


 * Haki was burned on Bale,
 * Where the sea's broad wake weltered.