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| XXX. | CHAPTER XX. VIGLUND COMES OUT TO ICELAND
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XXX. CHAPTER XX. VIGLUND COMES OUT TO ICELAND AGAIN.
[Songs extracted from the prose narrative.]
[“The linen-oak bath-lovely]
[Viglund.]“The linen-oak bath-lovely
Laid last on me the lather:
So nought have I to hurry
Unto another head-bath.
And me no more shall any
Gold-glittering of the maidens
Henceforth, in all my life-days,
In ashen bath bewash me.”
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[“Behold the hill whereunder]
[Viglund.]
“Behold the hill whereunder
My bond of love high-hearted,
My well-beloved one sitteth:
Lo love's eyes turn I to her.
Sweet, sing I of the gold-brent,
The proud by proud that sitteth.
O hill-side among hill-sides,
Beloved, if any have been!”
My bond of love high-hearted,
My well-beloved one sitteth:
Lo love's eyes turn I to her.
Sweet, sing I of the gold-brent,
The proud by proud that sitteth.
O hill-side among hill-sides,
Beloved, if any have been!”
And again he sang:
“Leek-bearer, bright the looking
Over the heaths sun-litten,
The sun sinks slow thereunder:
How sore I long to be there!
Lovesome she makes the mountains;
Sweet, therefore must I hush me:
The goodliest goddess have I
To greet, who sits thereunder.”
Over the heaths sun-litten,
The sun sinks slow thereunder:
How sore I long to be there!
Lovesome she makes the mountains;
Sweet, therefore must I hush me:
The goodliest goddess have I
To greet, who sits thereunder.”
[“Ketilrid her carle bade]
[Viglund.]“Ketilrid her carle bade
Quail not mid swift sailing,
Though the beat of billows
Overbore the foredeck.
Still her word is with me,
Be we wight now, Trusty!
Stormy heart of sorrow
I have for Ketilrid.”
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[“The fight-grove of Van's fire]
[Ketilrid.]“The fight-grove of Van's fire,
The fair, I knew at even—
Marvel that he would meet me!
I knew gold-master Trusty.
The ship of gold all slender
To such an one is wedded,
That ne'er another older
In all the world one findeth.”
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AGAIN.
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