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THE LAY OF SIGURD.
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Then laughed Brynhild
Budli’s daughter,
Once, once only,
From out her heart;
When to her bed
Was borne the sound
Of the sore greeting
Of Giuki’s daughter.
Budli’s daughter,
Once, once only,
From out her heart;
When to her bed
Was borne the sound
Of the sore greeting
Of Giuki’s daughter.
Then, quoth Gunnar,
The king, the hawk-bearer,
“Whereas, thou laughest,
O hateful woman,
Glad on thy bed,
No good it betokeneth:
Why lackest thou else
Thy lovely hue?
Feeder of foul deeds,
Fey do I deem thee,
The king, the hawk-bearer,
“Whereas, thou laughest,
O hateful woman,
Glad on thy bed,
No good it betokeneth:
Why lackest thou else
Thy lovely hue?
Feeder of foul deeds,
Fey do I deem thee,
“Well worthy art thou
Before all women,
That thine eyes should see
Atli slain of us;
That thy brother’s wounds
Thou shouldst see a-bleeding,
That his bloody hurts
Thine hands should bind.”
Before all women,
That thine eyes should see
Atli slain of us;
That thy brother’s wounds
Thou shouldst see a-bleeding,
That his bloody hurts
Thine hands should bind.”
“No man blameth thee, Gunnar,
Thou hast fulfilled death’s measure
Thou hast fulfilled death’s measure
