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CHAPTER VIII

[Songs extracted from the prose narrative.]

[“Meet was I in days agone]

[Onund.]
“Meet was I in days agone
For storm, wherein the Sweeping One,
Midst rain of swords, and the darts' breath,
Blew o'er all a gale of death.
Now a maimed, one-footed man
On rollers' steed through waters wan
Out to Iceland must I go;
Ah, the skald is sinking low.”