Yet Skada now excels them; she jumps about as brisk,
As silver-scaled fishes through billows glide and frisk.
A pair of legs now catching, she laugh’d and straight began
Their measure and proportion with eager hand to scan:
She much admired the ankle, the powerful calf, the foot;
These well-turn’d limbs, thought Skada, a happy prize denote.
At first she thought ’twas Balder: she utter’d not a word,
But rising, tore her band off, and saw that it was Niord:
She burst into a loud laugh, which caused the walls to shake,
And pressing to her bosom her captive, thus she spake: