Guthrunarhvot - Episode 114
May 27th, 2009 by spokenlore
Weeping Guthrun, Gjuki’s daughter, Went sadly before the gate to sit, And with tear-stained cheeks to tell the tale Of her mighty griefs, so many in kind.
“Three home-fires knew I, three hearths I knew, Home was I brought by husbands three; But Sigurth only of all was dear, He whom my brothers brought to his death.
“A greater sorrow I saw not nor knew, Yet more it seemed I must suffer yet When the princes great to Atli gave me.
“The brave boys I summoned to secret speech; For my woes requital I might not win Till off the heads of the Hniflungs I hewed.
“To the sea I went, my heart full sore For the Norns, whose wrath I would now escape; But the lofty billows bore me undrowned, Till to land I came, so I longer must live.
“Then to the bed - of old was it better! - Of a king of the folk a third time I came; Boys I bore his heirs to be, Heirs so young, the sons of Jonak.
“But round Svanhild handmaidens sat, She was dearest ever of all my children; So did Svanhild seem in my hall As the ray of the sun is fair to see.
“Gold I gave her and garments bright, Ere I let her go to the Gothic folk; Of my heavy woes the hardest it was When Svanhild’s tresses fair were trodden In the mire by hoofs of horses wild.
~ Guthrunarhvot, Stanzas 9 through 16
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