| SKÉNHÉD HÁGA. NAVT MITH PÀRLUM. HWAND HJRA TUSKAR SEND WITTER. NAVT MITH GOLD. HWAND HJRA HÉR IS BLIKKANDER.  NAVT MITH STÉNA. WEL SEND HJRA ÁGON SAFT AS LÀMKES ÁGON THACH TOLIK SA GLANDER THÀT MÀN THÉR SKRÔMLIK IN SJA NE MÉI.||enhanced her beauty? Not pearls, as her teeth were whiter. Not gold, as her hair shone brighter. Not jewels, as her eyes, though soft as a lamb's, were so bright that one hardly dared look into them.|
| MEN HWAT KÀLT IK FON SKÉN. FRYA WÉRE WISS NAVT SKÉNER. JÀ ÁTHE. FRYA THÉR SJUGUN SKÉNHÉDE HÉDE HWÉRFON HJRA TOGHÁTERA MEN  ÉNE ELK. HÁCHSTENS THRIA URVEN HÀVE. MEN AL WÉRE HJU LÉDLIK THACH SKOLDE HJU VS DJÛRA WÉSA.||But what am I talking about? Frya could not have been more beautiful. Yes, comrade. Frya, who had seven beauties, of which her daughters inherited one each, or at most three. Even if she had been ugly, she would have been dear to us.|
|JEF HJU WÍGANDLIK SY.  HARK ÁTHE. ADELA IS THET EN'GE BERN VSAR GRÉVET.MAN. SJUGUN JRTH.FÉT IS HJU HÁCH. JETA GRÁTER THEN HJRA LICHEME. IS HJRA WISHÉD ÀND HJRA MOD IS LIK BÉDE TO SÉMINE.||Was she heroic? Listen, comrade. Adela was our reeve's only child, seven feet tall. But even greater than her stature was her wisdom, and her courage was like both combined.|
| LOK THÉR. THÉR WÉRE ÉNIS EN FÉN.BRÔND THRJU BERN WÉRON VP JENSKE GRÀF.STÉN SPRONGEN. WIND BLOS FEL. ALREK KRÉTA ÀND THJU MÀM WÉRE RÉDALÁS.||Imagine! There once was a peat fire. Three children had climbed onto a gravestone to escape it. Wind stoked up the fire. They screamed and their mothers were desperate.|
|THÉR KVMT ADELA. HO STÉITST ÀND TÉMETHSTE HROPTH  HJU. TRAGD HELP TO LÉNANDE ÀND WR.ALDA SKIL JO KREFTA JÉVA. THÉR HIPTH HJU NÉI.T KRÍL.WOD. GRIPTH ELSNE TRÉON||Then Adela came, crying: ‘What are you waiting for? Try to help them and Wralda will give you strength!’ She hurried to the thicket,(1) grabbed some alder trunks,|
(1) 'thicket' (KRÍL.WOD) — or Creil Woods. Compare [087/06] and [206/10].
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