I saw twigs in the garden torn out

I saw twigs in the garden torn out King Dietrich was at Atli and had lost most of his men there. Dietrich and Gudrun complained to each other about their suffering.

Today let's enjoy a poem in the mythology EDDA

King Dietrich was at Atli and had lost most of his men there. Dietrich and Gudrun complained to each other about their suffering.

 

The brothers of Grudrune killed her husband Sigurden. The steed Grani bowed his head among the grass. Grieved, I went to talk to Grani  questioned the wet-cheeked horse;  Then Grani bowed his head to the grass:

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The brothers of Grudrune killed her husband Sigurden. The steed Grani bowed his head among the grass.
Grieved, I went to talk to Grani

questioned the wet-cheeked horse;

Then Grani bowed his head to the grass:

The stallion knew well that his master was dea

Their son Sigmund was also killed, after which Grudrune lived in the palace of his friend Thora for seven and a half years, and the brothers took a lot of jewels to compensate for the sister Grudrune.

Grimhild gave Grudrune a glass of wine and she forgot about it. Grimhild wanted Grimhild to re-marry, but Grudrune only wanted to marry Grimhild's brother, when the goddess of fate of the night asked Atli in a dream:

I imagined you, Gudrun, Giuki's daughter,

Pierce my chest with a poisoned arrow.

 

The dream of daggers means fire,

Sweet secrecy of housewife Zorn.

I'll burn out a bad boil for you soon

I heal and relieve how sorry I am for you.

Grimhild gave Grudrune a glass of wine and she forgot about it. Grimhild wanted Grimhild to re-marry, but Grudrune only wanted to marry Grimhild's brother, when the goddess of fate of the night asked Atli in a dream
I saw twigs in the garden torn out, which I wanted to grow there. Uprooted by the roots, reddened in the blood And told me to eat them.

Here's Atli's song

I saw twigs in the garden torn out, which I wanted to grow there.

Uprooted by the roots, reddened in the blood And told me to eat them.

 

I saw hawks flying off my hand

Without etching, towards the end.

I fancy eating their hearts with honey

Worried heavy, swollen with blood.

 

Welfe thought I would wriggle out of me, I heard her howl and whimper harmlessly.

Their flesh, I fear, had gone rotten: I ate the carrion there with disgust.

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