one carry on journey to death-pyre Who ring-presents gave us. Not aught of it all Shall melt with the brave one⁠—there’s a mass of bright jewels, Gold beyond measure, gruesomely purchased And ending it all ornament-rings too Bought with his life; these fire shall devour, Flame shall cover, no earlman shall wear A jewel-memento, nor beautiful virgin Have on her neck rings to adorn her, But wretched in spirit bereavèd of gold-gems She shall oft with others be exiled and banished, Since the leader of liegemen hath laughter forsaken, Mirth and merriment. Hence many a war-spear Cold from the morning shall be clutched in the fingers, Heaved in the hand, no harp-music’s sound shall Waken the warriors, but the wan-coated raven Fain over fey ones freely shall gabble, Shall say to the eagle how he sped in the eating, When, the wolf his companion, he plundered the slain.” So the high-minded hero was rehearsing these stories Loathsome to hear; he lied as to few of Weirds and of words. All the war-troop arose then, ’Neath the Eagle’s Cape sadly betook them,