Saxonis Grammatici Historia Danorum, passim. Mallet, Histoire de Danemarc, tom. iii. Langebek, Scriptores Rerum Danicarum, tom. i. Adamus Bremensis, Historia Ecclesiastica, lib. i. Footnote 65: Saxonis Grammatici Hist., passim. Footnote 66: See Introduction, p. 19. Footnote 67: History of the Germanic Empire (Cab. Cyc.), vol. i. Footnote 68: Saxo Grammatici, Hist. Dan. lib. v. Suenonis Aggonis Historia Rerum Danicarum, cap. i. (apud Langebek, i. 44.). Petri Olai Roskildensis Chronica Regum Danorum, p. 15. (apud eundem, tom. i.). Footnote 69: Saxonis Grammatici Hist. Dan. lib. v. Footnote 70: According to the Hervarar Saga, this adventure of the sword took place long _before_ the arrival of Arngrim,—in fact, before the union of Swafurlam with Eyvor, whom he won with the magic weapon. There are many variations, too, in the different MSS. of this Saga, so as to greatly alter the circumstances. Footnote 71: Hervarar Saga, cap. i., ii. p. 1-13., edit. Hafniæ, 1785. Taylor, Historic Survey of German Poetry, vol. i. The account in the text is considerably more amplified than that in the original Saga. This amplification is the work of succeeding Scalds, whose language, from its graphic superiority, and its being more characteristic of northern manners, we have often preferred. Footnote 72: Hervarar Saga, cap. iii.–v. p. 13–42. Footnote 73: AWAKE, Angantyr! sire, awake! Thy daughter, Hervor, bids thee break The slumber of thy desert tomb! Oh, give me, from its yawning womb, The magic sword—the hardened blade, By dwarfs for Swafurlami made! What, silent? Then on you I call, My sire, my kinsmen, warriors all! Obey! let Hervor’s voice prevail! Yes, by the helmet and the mail, By the sharp sword, the spear, and shield Ye wore on many a battle field, Obey my spell! by each of these, I call you from your tombs beneath the roots of trees. What! can the sons of Arngrim, erst In mischief’s busy work the first, In dust and ashes mouldering rot? Are ye _all_ mute? For Hervor’s sake, Herwarder, Herwarder, awake! So may you, then, dishonoured lie, Till rank corruption putrefy, Unless ye give the belt and blade By dwarfs for Swafurlami made. [_Here the tomb opens, the inside of which is all fire, and the following dialogue is chaunted_:—] _Angantyr._