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 So we hurled

The rattling- stone,

The heavy block,

That men caught it.

In Svithjod's land

Afterward we

Fire-wise women,

Fared to the battle,

Byrnies we burst,

Shields we cleaved,

Made our way

Through gray-clad hosts.

One chief we slew.

Another we aided,—

To Guthorm the Good

Help we gave.

Ere Knue had fallen

Nor rest we got.

Then bound we were

And taken prisoners.

Such were our deeds

In former days,

That we heroes brave

Were thought to be.

With spears sharp

Heroes we pierced.

So the gore did run

And our swords grew red.

Now we are come

To the house of the king,

No one us pities.

Bond-women are we.

Dirt eats our feet,

Our limbs are cold,

The peace-giver we turn.

Hard it is at Frode 's.