He snatch’d up quick and in his basket placed.
Meanwhile did Hœnir not remain
Inactive long; with much dexterity
He bound in cords and truss’d the cattle slain,
And fix’d it ’gainst a trunk of osier nigh.
He took the bowels out and stripp’d the skin
From off the flesh; then wash’d away the blood
From the fat-cover’d thighs and ample chine,
And with his prize content, exclaim’d that all was good.
But Odin, he who through the world’s expanse