And all our mountain race shall hail thee friend.”
Then of his own contrivance proud,
And loudly laughing, Thiasse let him go.
And now behold the once loquacious god,
Dumb, spiritless, the lowest of the low!
Like partridge, when by hawk pursued across
The sky it flies, glad to escape within
Its straw-built nest, though with the loss
Of half its plumage, and with bleeding skin.
But now, when near to Asa-gard arrived,