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“Why are ye sitting here?
Why sleep ye life away?
Why doth it grieve you nought?
Glad words to speak,
Now when your sister—
Young of years was she—
Has Jormunrek trodden
With the treading of horses?—

“Black horses and white
In the highway of warriors;
Grey horses that know
The roads of the Goths.—

“Little like are ye grown
To that Gunnar of old days!
Nought are your hearts
As the heart of Hogni!
Well would ye seek
Vengeance to win
If your mood were in aught
As the mood of my brethren,
Or the hardy hearts
Of the Kings of the Huns!”

Then spake Hamdir,
The high-hearted—
“Little didst thou
Praise Hogni’s doings,
When Sigurd woke
From out of sleep,