‘Blæs Mistar vinr ór nǫsum †tiossa†
þoku þvílíkri, at þekr of ey.
Friðr es of fylkis fastr lífdaga;
brestr eigi þá ár í landi.
‘Vinr Mistar blæs ór nǫsum †tiossa† þoku þvílíkri, at þekr of ey. Friðr es fastr of lífdaga fylkis; ár brestr eigi þá í landi.
‘The friend of Mist <valkyrie> [WARRIOR] blows such a fog out of his nostrils … that it covers the island. Peace is fixed throughout the king’s lifetime; prosperity does not fail then in the land.