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Poetic Edda

  Sigar spake:39.[1] "In the morn he fell  at Frekastein,The king who was noblest  beneath the sun;Alf has the joy  of victory all,Though need therefor  is never his."
  Helgi spake:40. "Hail to thee, Svava!  thy sorrow rule,Our meeting last  in life is this;Hard the wounds  of the hero bleed,And close to my heart  the sword has come.
41.[2] "I bid thee, Svava,—  weep not, bride,—If thou wilt hearken  to these my words,The bed for Hethin  have thou ready,And yield thy love  to the hero young."
  Svava spake:42. "A vow I had  in my dear-loved home,When Helgi sought  with rings to have me,That not of my will,  if the warrior died,Would I fold in my arms  a man unfamed."
  Hethin spake:43.[3] "Kiss me, Svava,  I come not back,
  1. ↑ Frekastein ("Wolf-Crag"): the name appears several times in the Helgi lays applied to battlefields; cf. Helgakvitha Hundingsbana I, 46 and 55, and II, 18 and 24. Need: i. e., Alf deserves no credit for the victory, which was due to the troll-woman's magic.
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