Next Uller sat the archer good, with bow across his loins:
Instead of war, to end all feuds by duel he enjoins.
The Asar thus in Valaskialf their joyous vigils keep,
Which on the arches vast of heaven rests its foundation deep;
Each azure-colour’d cupola on columns doth repose;
Straight as the forest’s finest fir each marble column rose.
Bucklers and swords with silver hilts around these columns shone.
Now Bragur strikes the golden harp, and in pathetic tone
He sings the danger that the gods so lately had incurr’d,
And while he sang, Iduna’s cup pass’d round the festive board.