Út gekk Sigurðr annspjalli frá,
hollvinr lofða, ok hnípaði,
svá at ganga nam gunnarfúsum
sundr of síður serkr járnofinn.
Sigurðr gekk út frá annspjalli, hollvinr lofða, ok hnípaði, svá at járnofinn serkr nam ganga sundr of síður gunnarfúsum.
Sigurðr went out from that conversation, the loyal friend of men, and drooped with grief, so that the iron-woven mail-shirt broke asunder at the sides of the battle-keen man.