14.

’Who staunch stands by me

In stress of fight,

Shoulder to shoulder,

Side by side?

Such want doth weaken

In war’s dread hour;

Weak-winged I fly,

Whom friends all fail.

15.

’Son’s place to his sire

(Saith a proverb true)

Another son born

Alone can fill.

Of kinsmen none

(Though ne’er so kind)

To brother can stand

In brother’s stead.

16.

’O’er all our ice-fields,

Our northern snows,

Few now I find

Faithful and true.

Dark deeds men love,

Doom death to their kin,

A brother’s body

Barter for gold.