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This is said in Eiríksmál:
What dream is that? quoth Odin,—
I thought to rise ere day-break
To make Valhall ready
For troops of slain;
I roused the champions,
Bade them rise swiftly
Benches to strew,
To wash beer-flagons;
The Valkyrs to pour wine,
As a Prince were coming.
Kormákr sang this:
I pray the precious Ruler
Of Yngvi's people, o'er me
To hold his hand, bow-shaking.
Hroptr bore with him Gungnir.
Thórálfr sang this:
The Mighty One of Hlidskjálf
Spake his mind unto them
Where the hosts of fearless
Hárekr were slaughtered.
Thus sang Eyvindr:
The mead which forth
From Surtr's sunk dales
The Strong-through-spells
Swift-flying bore. [103] So sang Bragi:
'Tis seen, on my shield's surface,
How the Son of the Father of Peoples
Craved to try his strength full swiftly
'Gainst the rain-beat Snake earth-circling.
Thus sang Eínarr:
Since less with Bestla's Offspring
Prevail most lordly princes
Than thou, my task is singing
Thy praise in songs of battle.
Thus sang Thorvaldr Blending-Skald:
Now have I much
In the middle grasped
Of the son of Borr,
Of Búri's heir.
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