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Updated: May 27, 2025
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!
The grizzled Bron who had spoken once before now laughed good-humoredly. "Demonstrate it on Gunnar," he suggested. "And I will thump your skull " Gunnar was ready to go for him, but Odin grabbed the little giant's arm. "He jokes. Besides, you are ruining the girl's show. This means much to her." Nea gave him a grateful glance. The council voted their thanks to Nea and a tribute to her father.
Said Brynhild, "Such words may nowise be spoken, nor will I have two kings in one hall; I will lay my life down rather than beguile Gunnar the King." And therewith she call to mind how they met, they two, on the mountain, and swore oath each to each. "But now is all changed, and I will not live."
'Yes, often, answered Otkell; 'they are the knife and belt of Malcolm the thrall. And they asked many men the same question, and they all knew them likewise. Then they went toward Mord the son of Valgard and took counsel with him, how to charge Gunnar's thrall with the theft and the burning; for they feared Gunnar, the mighty man of war.
And Jack Odin reached forward and touched the sword and swore that he would go with Gunnar even to the edge of the stars "Now," Odin pleaded. "Tell me what happened down there." "It is a long story. And not a pretty one, either. Have you anything to eat?" Odin produced some bread and jerked beef.
He wotted well that Gunnar and his brethren had more wealth than any others might have, and so he falls to the rede of sending men to them, and bidding them to a great feast, and honouring them in diverse wise, and the chief of those messengers was hight Vingi.
Then he turned upon Gunnar himself and struck a blow that severed his shield right across below the handle, and the sword struck his leg below the knee. Then with another rapid blow he killed him. In the meantime Grim, the son of Thorhall, was engaging Thorgeir, and a long tussle there was, both of them being men of great valour.
"Gunnar is more valorous; why dost thou compare Sigurd with him?" Brynhild said. "He slew the Dragon Fafnir, and won for himself Fafnir's hoard," said Gudrun. "Gunnar rode through the ring of fire. Mayhap thou wilt tell us that Sigurd did the like," said Brynhild. "Yea," said Gudrun, now made angry. "It was Sigurd and not Gunnar who rode through the ring of fire.
But Leva wept outright, and threw herself on her knees beside him, putting her arms round him as he sat, speaking words of comfort. Then Grim knelt also, and said, "Thralls of yours are we, Havelok, son of Gunnar, and for you shall our lives be given before Hodulf shall harm you.
Maybe that is why the angel told you to have no fear. I mind Gunnar Kirkeban, and what he wrought on the churches and Christian folk in Wales in Gower on the Severn Sea, and on the holy Dee when I was young." For both Goldberga and this old nurse of hers were Christian, as had been Orwenna, Ethelwald's wife, her mother.
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