Surround that burgh With tents and shields, With welsh linen, finely painted, And Welsh people (thralls); Burn the Hunnish one[195] At my one side. Burn at the other side Of the Hunnish one My servants, With good necklaces, Two at his head And two hawks; Then all is Equally shared. Let there yet lie between us A ring-wound weapon,[196] A sharp-edged iron As it before was laid, When we both Stepped into one bed And were called Husband and wife. The shining hall-door, The ring-ornamented[197] Will not then Strike him on the heel[198] If my retinue Follows him hence; Then our journey Will not be poor. For there follow him Five bond-maids, Eight servants, Of good kin, My bond-nurse, And the inheritance[199] Which Budli gave To his child. Much have I told, More would I tell, If fate Gave more time for speaking; My voice decreases, My wounds swell, I told only truth,[200] Now I will cease. (Third Song of Sigurd.) Another custom no less imposing was to bury the chiefs with their carriages and horses, so that they might make their entries driving into Valhalla, or riding on horseback; and it was considered honourable to go to Odin with many slain.