16. Tarred were the masts, And black was the ship in hue; The masthead was of the red, red gold, And the sun shone on it too. 17. Tarred were the masts; The ship it was quite new; The golden weather-cock spun aloft, And shone amid Heaven's own blue. 18. Tarred were the masts, The beams scored wondrously; Stem and stern were of red, red gold, And so was the sail on high. 19. All in the middle of the ship's deck The colour shone so fair Where Hervik, the Earl's daughter, Sat on the platform there. 20. She hoists aloft her silken sail, Striped gold on a scarlet ground, Nor ever once does she strike it again Till she comes to Isan's Land. 21. She hoists aloft her silken sail, (The like will scarce be found) Nor ever once does she strike it again Till she comes to Isan's ground. 22. Forth when Hervik's frigate Touched the fair land, Cast she forth her anchor Into the white, white sand. 23. Cast she down her anchor Into the white, white sand; And the first was Hervik the Earl's daughter To spring with her foot to land. 24. The first was Hervik the Earl's daughter To spring with her foot to land, And with her Hjalmar her brother Close at her right hand. 25. There a huntsman met her; He had hunted herd and fee: "O why art thou so sorrowful, As a troll had been hunting thee?" 26. Then up stood Hervik the Earl's daughter, Her good sword out she drew, And with it she clove the huntsman And him in sunder slew. 27. Three cross roads are bending, And one can she descry; Hervik has gone straight forth to the barrow Wherein her father doth lie. 28. Hervik has gone straight forth to the barrow Where her father lies dead and cold. Little recks she of fear or favour, Though quake now fell and fold. 29. Then up and spake the voice of Arngrim, And these words first spake he:-- "O where are my eleven sons gone, Since daughters are visiting me?" 30. "I pass not for my eleven brothers, Or where they share their fee. No treasure have I, save only Hjalmar, Hither brought with me. 31. "O haste thee, haste thee, my noble Father The good brand to give me; Or shall I set fire here to this barrow, And burn it over thee?" 32. Full woe was the champion Arngrim That she should wreck his grave. He seizÈd Tyrfing in both his hands And to his daughter gave. 33. He gave to her the sword then Was wonderfully made.-- The length of it was eighteen ells, And poisoned was its blade.