mli and Hloeth resolved that Hloeth should
go and request his brother Angantyr to allow him a share of his
father's property, and that he should try first by fair words--as is
said here:

Hloeth, the heir of Heithrek,
Came riding from the East,
To where Angantyr was holding
King Heithrek's funeral feast.
He came to his court in Arheimar
Where the Gothic people dwell,
Demanding his share of the heritage left
By the King when he journeyed to Hell.

Hloeth now arrived in Arheimar with a great host as it says here:

He found a warrior hastening
Towards the lofty hall;
And unto this late traveller
Did Hloeth his greeting call:
O man, make haste to enter
This hall that towers so high!
Bid Angantyr speed,
For great is the need
We hold a colloquy.

The men entered and went up to Angantyr's table and saluted the King,
saying:

Hloeth, thy warlike brother,
King Heithrek's valiant heir,
Has sent me hither to thee,
And bidden me declare
That he wishes to hold converse;
And though he be young indeed,
Yet he looks a mighty champion,
Seated high upon his steed.

And when the King heard that, he flung down his knife upon the table
and arose from the feast; and he put on his corslet and took a white
shield in one hand and the sword Tyrfing in the other. Then a great
din arose in the hall, as is said in the poem:

Then a murmur arose from the warriors,
And all in the hall drew near,
As the warder reported the message of Hloeth:
--Everyone lent an ear;
And the men all awaited with quivering breath
The message of Angantyr.

Then Angantyr said: "Hail, brother! You are welcome! Come in and drink
with us, and let us first drink mead in memory of our father, to the
honour and glory of us all with full ceremony."

Hloeth said: "We are come hither for a different purpose than to fill
our stomachs."

Then Hloeth cried:

Of all the possessions of Heithrek
The half do I now demand;
--His spear and blade and treasures,
His cattle and his land,
His handmaids and his bondmen,
And the children to them born,
And the murmuring mill that the bondwomen turn
As they wearily grind the corn.

And half of the far-famed Myrkvith,
And half of the holy grave
Far off mid the Gothic peoples,--
These also will I have.--
Half of the noble pillar
That stands on Danaper's shore;
And of Heith