Hamthesmol - Episode 115
Jun 3rd, 2009 by spokenlore
Great the evils once that grew, With the dawning sad of the sorrow of elves; In early morn awake for men The evils that grief to each shall bring.
Not now, nor yet of yesterday was it, Long the time that since hath lapsed, So that little there is that is half as old, Since Guthrun, daughter of Gjuki, whetted Her sons so young to Svanhild’s vengeance.
“The sister ye had was Svanhild called, And her did Jormunrek trample with horses, White and black on the battle-way, Gray, road-wonted, the steeds of the Goths.
“Little the kings of the folk are ye like, For now ye are living alone of my race
~ Hamthesmol, stanzas 1 through 4
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