A Smith makes me To betray my Man In my first fight. To gather Gold At the world's end I am sent. The Gold I gather Comes into England Out of deep water. Like a shining Fish Then it descends Into deep Water. It is not given For goods or gear But for the Thing. The Gold I gather A King covets For an ill use. The Gold I gather Is drawn up Out of deep water. Like a shining Fish Then it descends Into deep Water. It is not given For goods or gear But for the Thing.
The Runes on Weland’s Sword
