And found they were recall’d to life, and rescued from the grave.
Pale from the fight, a strong old man enter’d with snowy beard;
His skull was cloven by a sword; frightful the gash appear’d;
But Eir upon his bleeding front, while he before her kneel’d,
With a strong pressure laid her hand; the wound that instant heal’d.
The glorious father of the fight then ask’d the warrior’s name:
“I am Starkodder,” answer’d he, “a chief well known to fame:
Food for the ravens I have given myriads of foes on earth;
But here I meet them all as friends, and recognize their worth.”
Hærfader gravely then replied: “A Nidding once wert thou;