"
Then said Sigurd, "Teach us the lore of mighty matters!"
She said, "Belike thou cannest more skill in all than I; yet will
I teach thee; yea, and with thanks, if there be aught of my
cunning that will in anywise pleasure thee, either of runes or of
other matters that are the root of things; but now let us drink
together, and may the Gods give to us twain a good day, that thou
mayst win good help and fame from my wisdom, and that thou mayst
hereafter mind thee of that which we twain speak together."
Then Brynhild filled a beaker and bore it to Sigurd, and gave him
the drink of love, and spake --
"Beer bring I to thee,
Fair fruit of the byrnies' clash,
Mixed is it mightily,
Mingled with fame,
Brimming with bright lays
And pitiful runes,
Wise words, sweet words,
Speech of great game.
"Runes of war know thou,
If great thou wilt be!
Cut them on hilt of hardened sword,
Some on the brand's back,
Some on its shining side,
Twice name Tyr therein.
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