"Great is the trouble
Of foot ill-tripping,
When arrayed for fight thou farest,
For on both sides about
Are the Disir (2) by thee,
Guileful, wishful of thy wounding.

"Fair-combed, well washen
Let each warrior be,
Nor lack meat in the morning,
For who can rule
The eve's returning,
And base to fall before fate grovelling."

Then the storm abated, and on they fared till they came aland in
the realm of Hunding's sons, and then Fjolnir vanished away.

Then they let loose fire and sword, and slew men and burnt their
abodes, and did waste all before them: a great company of folk
fled before the face of them to Lyngi the King, and tell him that
men of war are in the land, and are faring with such rage and
fury that the like has never been heard of; and that the sons of
King Hunding had no great forecast in that they said they would
never fear the Volsungs more, for here was come Sigurd, the son
of Sigmund, as captain over this army.

So King Lyngi let send the war-message all throughout his realm,
and has no will to flee, but summons to him all such as would
give him aid. So he came against Sigurd with a great army, he