But with envy’s smart rankled Loptur’s heart,
And his purpose he ’gan to rue:
“To those Asar two I’m compelled, ’tis true,
The things I promised, to give;
But by Hel I swear, that those presents rare
Unscathed they shall not receive.”
The dwarfs in a ring, round the anvil spring,
And busy the bellows ply;
But Lok, in his guile, became changed the while
To a huge blue-bottle fly.