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Some of your guests espied him on the road beneath, and hastened back to warn you.

E'en so. Then will I—! Fetch me my grandfather's battle-axe!

It must, then, be so!

Constrains us.

Oh! thus under cover of night To steal from the valley where I was born!

Yet shalt thou hear no plaint forlorn. 'Tis for thy sake my home I flee; Wert thou not outlawed, Gudmund dear, I'd stay with my sister.