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And nought did he fear  that his fate held in store:"Seek not to affright us,  thou shalt seldom succeed;If thy words are more,  then the worse grows thy fate."
38.[1] Then Vingi did they smite,  and they sent him to hell,With their axes they clove him  while the death-rattle came.
39.[2] Atli summoned his men,  in mail-coats they hastened,All ready they came,  and between was the courtyard.
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40.[3] Then came they to words,  and full wrathful they were:
  1. ↑ Possibly two lines have been lost after line 2.
  2. ↑ It is probable that a considerable passage has been lost between stanzas 39 and 40, for the Volsungasaga paraphrase includes a dialogue at this point. The manuscript indicates no gap, and most editions combine stanzas 39 and 40 as a single stanza. The prose passage, indicating the substance of what, if anything, is lost, runs as follows: "'Be welcome among us, and give me that store of gold which is ours by right, the gold that Sigurth had, and that now belongs to Guthrun.' Gunnar said: 'Never shalt thou get that gold, and men of might shalt thou find here, ere we give up our lives, if it is battle thou dost offer us; in truth it seems that thou has prepared this feast in kingly fashion,
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