34. He gave to her the sword then Was wonderfully made. No leechcraft could avail the man Was wounded by its blade. 35. All in the middle of the garden She clad her in cloak of skin; She busked her in a cloak of fur, And entered the high hall within. 36. She busked her in her cloak of fur And entered the high hall belive, Where ÷rvarodd sat before the board With a hundred men and five. 37. "O welcome, welcome, Hervik, Hither now to me Mead or wine shalt thou have to drink As liefest is to thee." 38. "O little to me is thy mead, ÷rvarodd, And little to me thy wine. Today I have come to thy high hall, And a different errand is mine. 39. "O little to me is thy mead, ÷rvarodd, And little to me thy beer; For a different errand did I busk me When I left my home to come here. 40. "I busked me and came from Sweden To fight in this thy land. Stand up! Stand up! Thou bold ÷rvarodd, Stand up, and arm thy band!" 41. It fell full early on a morning tide, Before the sun rose high, Bold ÷rvarodd had a hundred men and twelve Accoutred royally. 42. Bold ÷rvarodd had a hundred men and twelve Accoutred royally. Then up rose Hervik, the Earl's daughter, To meet them gallantly. 43. Up then rose Hervik, the Earl's daughter, So doughty in the fight. She blew a blast on her golden horn, And struck to left and right. 44. It was Hervik, the Earl's daughter, So gallantly she rode;-- She clove to the shoulders every knight Who forth against her strode. 45. She clove to the shoulders every knight Who forth against her strode, Till only ÷rvarodd and his two companions Survivors of the army stood. 46. Under the castle gateway The King crept fearfully.-- "Now mercy, mercy, sweet Hervik, I pray thou'lt give to me!" 47. "Just so much is the sweet mercy Thou now shalt get of me As thou gavest to my noble Father When thou slew'st him felonly!" 48. "Just so much is the sweet mercy Thou now shalt win of me As thou gavest to my noble Father When thou slew'st him cruelly!" 49. That was Hervik, the Earl's daughter, To draw her sword was fain. She has slain the warrior ÷rvarodd And cut him in pieces twain. 50. She has slain the warrior ÷rvarodd And cut him in pieces twain, And all his men so brave and true She has heaped on his corse amain. 51. Up then rose Hervik, the Earl's daughter; Through the greenwood gan she ride; But hawk or hound made never a cry In the greenwood by her side.