105. "Thou didst put thy trust in thy corslet, All made of silver bright; But here stand I in my shirt only, And got no wound in the fight. 106. "Thou did'st put thy trust in thy corslet, All made of silver white; But here stand I in my shirt only Which sword could never bite." 107. Then up and spake the Warrior Hjalmar. The first word he did say Was "Hearken and hearken now Young Odd, And bear me hence away." 108. Then up and answered the Young Odd, He gazed on the rocky ravine: "This fight, O Hjalmar, if thou list to hear Has gone as I had foreseen." 109. He drew the gold ring from his arm; Speech could he utter still; Bade carry it to the lady Ingibjˆrg, And bade him fare him well 110. He drew the gold ring from his arm; All floating was he in blood. He sent it to the lady Ingibjˆrg, That maid so fair and good. 111. She died of grief for Hjalmar-- She the noble maid; I swear an oath upon my honour There lives none of whom the like can be said. Refrain: _Noble men are sailing now from Norway, And a fair breeze bears them o'er the wave._ INTRODUCTION TO THE FAROESE RIDDLE BALLAD (G¡TU RÕMA) The _G·tu RÌma_ was first taken down in Suder¯ by a clergyman, Schrˆter, early in the nineteenth century, and is preserved in the archives of the Early Text Society in Copenhagen. Unfortunately Schrˆter was only able to obtain the Ballad in a fragmentary form, and he has left us only a Danish translation of what he found. In his travels on the Faroes in 1847-1848 Hammershaimb made strenuous efforts to get the entire version, but curiously enough only succeeded in getting a version (of course in the original Faroese) which corresponds closely in length and content with Schrˆter's. He published this version first in the _Antiquarisk TÌdsskrift_, 1849-1851, and later _FÊrˆiske KvÊer_, vol. II. (Copenhagen, 1855). The translation given below is taken from the ballad as printed in _FÊrˆiske KvÊer_.