Gazed on the flame, which now went out from fear.
“Why sitst thou there? by what accurst device
Thus jugglest thou,” said Lok, “to spoil the meat?”
“Of thy good cheer I fain would taste a slice,”
Answer’d the eagle, “for my hunger’s great:
If then thou’lt treat me as thy guest,
Thy roast shall expeditiously be drest.”
Thus said, the bird his swarthy pinions shakes,
And hops down from the tree, and gnaws the steaks.
With bitter gall now swell’d the breast of Lok;