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And Odin's son
Of life bereave.
THE VALA:
Hoder will hither
His glorious brother send;
He of Balder will
The slayer be,
And Odin's son
Of life bereave.
By compulsion I have spoken,
Now will I be silent.
VEGTAM:
Be not silent, vala!
I will question thee
Until all I know:
I will yet know
Who on Hoder vengeance
Will inflict,
Or Balder's slayer
Raise on the pile.
THE VALA:
Rind a son shall bear
In the wintry halls:
He shall slay Odin's son,
When one night old.
He a hand will not wash,
Nor his hair comb,
Ere to the pile he has borne
Balder's adversary.
By compulsion I have spoken,
Now will I be silent.
VEGTAM:
Be not silent, vala!
I will question thee
Until all I know:
I will yet know
Who are the maids
That weep at will