Introductory Note

Project Gutenberg EPUB3 edition Bellows, Henry Adams
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57. Then did Beiti speak, | he was Atli’s steward:
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“Let us seize now Hjalli, | and Hogni spare we!
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Let us fell the sluggard, | he is fit for death,
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He has lived too long, | and lazy men call him.”
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58. Afraid was the pot-watcher, | he fled here and yon,
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And crazed with his terror | he climbed in the corners: [521]
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“Ill for me is this fighting, | if I pay for your fierceness,
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And sad is the day | to die leaving my swine
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And all the fair victuals | that of old did I have.”
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59. They seized Buthli’s cook, | and they came with the knife,
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The frightened thrall howled | ere the edge did he feel;
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He was willing, he cried, | to dung well the courtyard,
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Do the basest of work, | if spare him they would;
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Full happy were Hjalli | if his life he might have.
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60. Then fain was Hogni— | there are few would do thus—
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To beg for the slave | that safe hence he should go;
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“I would find it far better | this knife-play to feel,
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Why must we all hark | to this howling longer?”
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61. Then the brave one they seized; | to the warriors bold
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No chance was there left | to delay his fate longer;
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Loud did Hogni laugh, | all the sons of day heard him, [522]
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So valiant he was | that well he could suffer.
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62. A harp Gunnar seized, | with his toes he smote it;
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So well did he strike | that the women all wept,
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And the men, when clear | they heard it, lamented;
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Full noble was his song, | the rafters burst asunder.
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63. Then the heroes died | ere the day was yet come;
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Their fame did they leave | ever lofty to live.
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64. Full mighty seemed Atli | as o’er them he stood,
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The wise one he blamed, | and his words reproached her:
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“It is morning, Guthrun; | now thy dear ones dost miss,
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But the blame is part thine | that thus it has chanced.”
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65. “Thou art joyous, Atli, | for of evil thou tellest,
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But sorrow is thine | if thou mightest all see;
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Thy heritage heavy | here can I tell thee,
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Sorrow never thou losest | unless I shall die.”

Source attribution

The poetic Edda, Project Gutenberg eBook #73533

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