Hervor Heidreksdatter

Heidrek had a daughter who he named Hervor. She was a shieldmaiden and was the commander of a Gothic fort facing Myrkviðr, and she would fall in battle against the Huns.

One morning at sunrise, Hervor stood on a tower over the fortress gate. She saw a great cloud of dust to the south near the forest, so that for a long time the sun was hidden. Then she saw something shining under the dust-cloud, and it seemed to her that she looked on gold: fair shields chased with gold, gilded helms and white byrnies. She saw then that this was the Hunnish army and a very great host it was.

Hervor rushed down and called the trumpeter and ordered him to sound the alarm and assemble the army. And then Hervor said, “Take your weapons and prepare for battle, and you Ormar, ride to the Huns and challenge them to battle before the south gate.”

Ormar spoke:

“Sure I'll gallop

grasping shield

and give battle

for the Gothic peoples.”

Then Ormar rode from the fortress towards the army. He called in a loud voice and bade them ride to the fortress, “And out before the south gate upon the plain, there I challenge you to battle. Whoever comes first will wait for the other.”

Now Ormar rode back to the fortress, and found Hervor armed and all the army ready. Now they rode out of the fortress with their army against the Huns, and there began a mighty battle. And as the Huns have a much bigger force, the slaughter turned to the Gothic side, and at last Hervor fell, and many Goths around her. And when Ormar saw her fall, he fled along with all who survived. Ormar rode day and night as fast as he could to King Angantyr in Arheimar. The Huns now take to harrying the land, pillaging and burning far and wide.

And when Ormar came before King Angantyr he said:

“From the south I've come

to say this news:

burnt's Mirkwood Heath

and the whole forest,

Goth-folk all blotched

with blood of men.”

And again he spoke:

“Down, I hear,

is Heidrek's lass;

heard your sister,

the Huns felled her--

and of your people

plenty more.

More cheery in battle

than chatting to suitors

or taking the bench

at a bridal feast.”

When King Angantyr heard this, he grinned and was slow to speak, but at last he said:

“Unbrotherly

the bloody game

they played with you,

excellent sister.”

Angantyr og Hlod hadde en søster Hervor som residerte på en borg på Reidgotalands grense mot hunernes land sammen med sin fosterfar Orm. Da hunerhæren kom, samlet Hervor sine styrker til kamp mot dem, men de var tallmessig underlegne og ble nedkjempet. Hervor falt, drept av sin brors krigere. Orm, fosterfaren, flyktet og red så raskt han kunne til Arheim og rapporterte til Angantyr om angrepet

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