Yes, two stout sons of mighty fame Has Alf of Odderskier; Of the king who dwells on Upsal fells They love the daughter fair. It was youthful Helmer Kamp, From stall his courser led; “O I will hie me up the land And the king’s fair daughter wed.” p. 23It was youthful Angelfyr He sprang on his courser’s back: “And I will ride to Upsal too, Though the earth beneath me crack.” p. 23 And when they entered the castle yard They doffed their cloaks of skin; Then straight they strode to the high, high hall, To the monarch of Upsal in. In came youthful Helmer Kamp, With grace and beauty rife: “O King, thy daughter dear I love, Wilt give her me for wife?” In came youthful Angelfyr, His steely helmet shone: “O King, give up thy daughter to me, And straight from the land begone.” Then answered soon the Upsal-King, And a brave reply he gave: “On my daughter I’ll no husband force, She’ll choose whom she will have.” p. 24“Now many thanks, dear father, that Thou leav’st the choice to me; I’ll plight me to young Helmer Kamp, He’s like a man to see. p. 24 “But I’ll not have young Angelfyr, He’s an ugly Trold to view; His father so is, his mother so is, So are all his kindred too.” Then answered the young Angelfyr, So sorely wroth he grew: “Come, brother, come to the court-yard down, For her we will battle do.” Then up and spake the Upsal King, And the Upsal King did say: “The swords are sharp, the swains are stark, There’ll be, I trow, good play.” Alf he stands at Odderskier, And he listens the mountains tow’rds; Then must he hear so far, far off The clash of his children’s swords. p. 25And that heard Alf of Odderskier, So far across the down: “What have my sons now got in hand? Why so wrathful are they grown?” p. 25 He tarried then so short a space, He sprang on his courser red; And he arrived at Upsala Before his sons lay dead. “Now tell me, youthful Helmer Kamp, Tell me my dearest son, Wherefore so free from thy flesh and bone Those
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