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The Helgi-lays, three in number, are the best of the heroic poems. Nominally they tell two stories, Helgi Hjörvardsson being sandwiched between the two poems of Helgi Hundingsbane; but essentially the stories are the same. In Helyi Hjörvardsson, Helgi, son of Hjörvard and Sigrlinn, was dumb and nameless until a certain day when, while sitting on a howe, he saw a troop of nine Valkyries.
Give me from the howe the keen sword which the dwarfs forged for Svafrlami, Hervard, Hjörvard, Hrani, Angantyr! I call you all from below the tree-roots, with helm and corselet, with sharp sword, shield and harness, and reddened spear." Angantyr denies that the sword is in his howe: "Neither father, son, nor other kinsmen buried me; my slayers had Tyrfing;" but Hervör does not believe him.
When she reached the grave mound she sang: "Wake thou up, Angantyr! Wakens thee Hervoer Thy only daughter. Give from the grave mound Freely thy good sword. "Wake thou up Hervard! Wake thou, Hjorvard! Hrani, Angantyr! Shake off your slumbers Under the tree-roots." From his grave Angantyr replies: "Hervoer, my daughter, Wherefore disturb me? Full of temerity Madly thou seekest Dead men to waken."
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