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SONGS FROM THE EDDA.
And on the swart one
Laid the saddle.
Laid the saddle.
She made her horse wend
O’er smooth ways of earth,
Until to a high-built
Hall she came;
Then the saddle she had
From the hungry horse,
And her ways wended
In along the wide hall,
And this word first
Spake forth therewith:
O’er smooth ways of earth,
Until to a high-built
Hall she came;
Then the saddle she had
From the hungry horse,
And her ways wended
In along the wide hall,
And this word first
Spake forth therewith:
“What is most famed,
Afield in Hunland,
Or what may be
Blithest in Hunland?”
Afield in Hunland,
Or what may be
Blithest in Hunland?”
Quoth the handmaid.
“Here lieth Borgny,
Borne down by trouble,
Thy sweet friend, O Oddrun,
See to her helping!”
Borne down by trouble,
Thy sweet friend, O Oddrun,
See to her helping!”
Oddrun said.
“Who of the lords
Hath laid this grief on her,
Why is the anguish
Of Borgny so weary?”
Hath laid this grief on her,
Why is the anguish
Of Borgny so weary?”
