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touch but the edges of it, there is poison in them both: it is a most cruel devourer of men.
Hervor.
I shall keep, and take in hand, the sharp sword, which thou hast let me have: I do not fear, O slain father, about what my sons may hereafter quarrel.
Angantyr.
Farewel, daughter: I do quickly give thee twelve men’s death: if thou canst believe with might and courage: even all the goods, which Andgrym’s sons left behind them.
Hervor.
Dwell all of you safe in the tomb. I must be gone, and hasten hence; for I seem to be in the midst of a place where fire burneth round about me.
