ABSTRACT
From the hero’s hand his sword was then biting Swinging-One’s weeds as if through water it drew. Sword-tips shivered, shields split open, Axe-heads clanged on warriors’ skulls.
6 Trlddusk tlrgur fyr Týs ok bauga hjalta harðfótum hausar Norðmanna. Róma varð í eyju, ruðu konungar skírar skjaldborgir í skatna blóði.
