Thy voice, O Lomna,"
says Ingcel, "hath taken breaking upon thee: thou art a worthless
warrior, and I know thee. Clouds of weakness come to you...."
Neither old men nor historians shall declare that I quitted the
Destruction, until I shall wreak it."
"Reproach not our honour, O Ingcel," say Ger and Gabur and Fer rogain.
"The Destruction shall be wrought unless the earth break under it, until
all of us are slain thereby."
"Truly, then, thou hast reason, O Ingcel," says Lomna Druth son of Donn
Desa. "Not to thee is the loss caused by the Destruction. Thou wilt
carry off the head of the king of a foreign country, with thy slaughter
of another; and thou and thy brothers will escape from the Destruction,
even Ingcel and Ecell and the Yearling of the Rapine."
"Harder, however, it is for me," says Lomna Druth: "woe is me before
every one! woe is me after every one! 'Tis my head that will be first
tossed about there to-night after an hour among the chariot-shafts,
where devilish foes will meet.
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