Braedthurnir Tolfsaga - The Tale of the Twelve Brothers

[EPILOGUE]

And so in the following days Banahgar did despair,

With no great ruler to guide them in their great loss.

Sverthfiota was given back to Kell; none of the brothers,

Not one of these men, wanted its burden of guilt and death.,

And mighty Kell was sad, his mind full of murder,

That he had done, in dire straits, to his father. In time,

The twelve did agree to make an end to Leowrac's tale,

And to speed his soul's passing into Juraidh's shadow.

Thus, some days later, they all stood around a sacred pool,

Its waters quiet and peaceful. Narin was passed a blade,

Leowrac's own Rekkrost, left in the kings lofty hall.

Then the elder brother, sword in hand, did say sad words,

Telling the joyful life of their brave and noble father.

Once his well of words was drained, running like water,

Then he raised shining Rekkrost, the remnant of the king.

This blade was built for Leowrac, burnished by his hand,

And as it passed from sight, so did the grief of his death.

Thus, Narin cast it into the mere, the water claiming it,

Silver steel, sinking swiftly. And so did Leowrac,

Most mighty son of Banahgar, did pass from the land.