Spoken Lore

“My fate shall I seek, all to Atli saying, The daughter of Grimhild the deed from thee hides not; No joy thou hast, Atli, if all thou shalt hear, Great sorrow didst wake when my brothers thou slewest.

“I have seldom slept since the hour they were slain, Baleful were my threats, now I bid thee recall them; Thou didst say it was morning, too well I remember, Now is evening come, and this question thou askest.

“Now both of thy sons thou hast lost The skulls of thy boys thou as beer-cups didst have,

And the draught that I made thee was mixed with their blood. “I cut out their hearts, on spit I cooked them, I came to thee with them, and calf’s flesh I called them; Alone didst thou eat them, nor any didst leave, Thou didst greedily bite, and thy teeth were busy.

~ Atlamol en Gronlenzku, Stanzas 79 through 82

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