And, changed to a hornet with painful sting,
He stung the dwarf on the chin;
And this time the smith felt the pain forthwith,
For the blood flow’d down his skin.
And he drove the hornet away with his hand
Ere the hammer was finish’d quite;
Thus its shaft fail’d in length, but the god of strength
Grasp’d the weapon with keen delight.
Next a female dwarf took a lump of gold,
To her distaff’s spindle she bound it;