"Ho, Sirs!" she hails them, "saw ye here astray / ought of my sisters, girt in huntress wise / with quiver and a spotted lynx-skin gay, / or following on the foaming boar with cries?"
"Halló, tit ungu menn!" rópar hon á teir, "sigið mær, hava tit sæð systir mína reika her, møguliga nøtrandi í sprøklutum geypuroði, ella ýlandi í hølunum á slevandi gølti?"