4: The Waking of Angantýr
And at that she sees where the grave-fire is burning over on the edge of the island, and she goes up there and is not afraid though all the mounds were in her path and the dead standing outside. She waded through the flame as if through fog till she came to the barrow of the berserks. Then she called:
"Awake, Angantyr! Hervor wakes you, only daughter of you and Svafa; from your crypt give me that keenest blade, the sword dwarves struck for King Sigrlami."
The Saga of Hervor and Heiðrekr, translated by Peter Tunstall, 2005.











