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"Wait, Gudrod, till the storm is past—

Loose not thy long-ship while the blast

Howls over-head so furiously—

Trust not thy long-ship to the sea—

Loose not thy long-ship from the shore;

Hark to the ocean's angry roar!

See how the very stones are tost

By raging waves high on the coast!

Stay, Gudrod, till the tempest's o'er—

Deep runs the sea off the Jadar's shore."

Gudrod set off in spite of what Thjodolf could say: and when they came off the Jadar the vessel sunk with them, and all on board were lost.