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Aye, let us drain it, naming her name!

Stop!

For meseems it is the same—

'Tis Margit's beaker.

I mind me still of the red wine's glow As she drank from it on the day we parted To our meeting again in health and glad-hearted. To herself that draught betided woe. No, Signë, ne'er drink wine or mead From that goblet.

List, Gudmund! Voices and trampling feet!

Knut Gesling's voice!