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Moon of the Ship's Cheek, as Refr sang:

Fair was the day, when Scatterers

Of Arm-Fire thrust the clear Moon

Of the Cheek into my hand-clasp,

The coiling track of red rings.

Ship's Garth, as here:

The swift Sweller of the Spear-Crash

Shot through the stain-dyed Prow-Garth

As it were birch-bark; truly

He was a bitter battler.

Ash of Ullr, as here:

The Snow-Gusts of Ullr's Ash-Ship

Grimly o'er our Prince shoot

With fullness, where are tossing

The fearsome covered spike-spars.

Blade of Hrungnir's Foot-Soles, as Bragi sang:

Wilt hear, O Hrafnketill,

How I shall praise the Sole-Blade

Of Thrúdr's thief, stain-covered

With skill, and praise my king.

Bragi the Skald sang this concerning the ring on the shield:

Unless it be, that Sigurdr's

Renowned Son would have payment

In good kind for the ring-nave

Of the Ringing Wheel of Hildr.