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Sigrdrifumol

head-opening downward, and out to both the arm-holes. Then he took the mail-coat from her, and she awoke, and sat up and saw Sigurth, and said:

1.[1] "What bit through the byrnie?  how was broken my sleep?Who made me free  of the fetters pale?"
  He answered:"Sigmund's son,  with Sigurth's sword,That late with flesh  hath fed the ravens."

Sigurth sat beside her and asked her name. She took a horn full of mead and gave him a memory-draught.[2]

2.[3] "Hail, day!  Hail, sons of day! And night and her daughter now!Look on us here  with loving eyes, That waiting we victory win.
  1. ↑ This stanza, and the two lines included in the prose after stanza 4, and possibly stanza 5 as well, evidently come from a different poem from stanzas 2-4. Lines 3-4 in the original are obscure, though the general meaning is clear.
  2. ↑ Prose (after stanza 1). In the manuscript stanza 4 stands before this prose note and stanzas 2-3. The best arrangement of the stanzas seems to be the one here given, following Müllenhoff's suggestion, but the prose note is out of place anywhere. The first sentence of it ought to follow stanza 4 and immediately precede the next prose note; the second sentence ought to precede stanza 5.
  3. ↑ Sons of day: the spirits of light. The daughter of night (Not), according to Snorri, was Jorth (Earth).

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