Note 66 — HERVA, [64] AT THE TOMB OF ARGANTYR. A RUNIC DIALOGUE.
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l. 8 Bickering—
“And from about him fierce effusion roll’d “Of smoke, and bickering flame, and sparkles dire.” Milton’s Par. Lost, B. vi. line 765.
“Argantyr.—False Woman!—thou dost not understand that thou speakest foolishly of that in which thou dost rejoice. Turfing shall, if thou wilt believe me, destroy all thy offspring.”
“Hervor.—I must go to my seamen,—here I have no mind to stay any longer.—Little do I care, O royal friend, what my sons hereafter quarrel about.”
“Argantyr.—Take and keep Hialmor’s bane, which thou shalt long have and enjoy.—Touch not the edges, there is poison on both of them!—It is a most cruel devourer of men!”
“Farewell, daughter.—I do quickly give thee the twelve men’s deaths, if thou canst believe with might and courage,—and all the goods that Andgrym’s sons have left behind them.”
“Hervor.—Dwell, all of you, safe in the tombs! I must be gone and hasten hence, for I seem to be in a place where fire burns about me.”