Gunnar drooped his head; Högni told me The painful death Of Sigurd: The slayer of Gothorm Lies slain Beyond the water, Given to the wolves. Seek for Sigurd there, On the southern road; Then thou wilt hear Ravens croak, Eagles scream, Glad at their booty, Wolves howl Over thy husband. Why wilt thou, Högni, Such sorrows tell To me so joy-bereft? The ravens should Tear thy heart In far-off lands, Where thou art a stranger. Högni answered: Some day, Gudrun, With heavy mind, With great grief; More cause wilt thou have To weep, If my heart By ravens be torn. I went alone thence From this talk Into the forest To gather what the wolves had left.[363] I did not moan Nor wring my hands, Nor wail, Like other women, When I sat over The dead Sigurd. Pitch dark The night seemed When I sat sorrow-stricken Over Sigurd; I should have liked The wolves far better Had they taken my life, Or I Had been burnt Like birch-wood. In the following remarkable account of a battle between Knut and Harald, the two sons of King Gorm, in which Knut was killed, we find that when a family was in mourning the halls were draped with black and grey. “After this Harald and his men proceeded until they reached King Gorm’s farm late at night, and went ashore fully armed. It is said, by some who know, that Harald did not know how he should tell his father, for he had made a vow that he would die if he heard of the fall of his son Knut, and would kill the man who told him of his death.