“And clutching at my broadsword,
I paid him back again
With blows that deeply wounded;
so was the hero slain.
Amends therefore I’ll make thee,
howe’er thou thinkest good.”
Then fell the two to wrangle:
both were of stubborn mood.
“And clutching at my broadsword,
I paid him back again
With blows that deeply wounded;
so was the hero slain.
Amends therefore I’ll make thee,
howe’er thou thinkest good.”
Then fell the two to wrangle:
both were of stubborn mood.