He rush’d into the hall, and caught Starkodder in his arms:
He press’d him to his heart, and with emotion wept aloud:
Now Roska brought a leopard’s skin, and gave it to the god:
Amongst th’ Einherier clash of shields resounds with deaf’ning din,
When on the veteran’s shoulders broad Thor hung the leopard’s skin.
A club made from Yggdrassil’s wood he places in his hand;
Thus ’mongst the demi-gods enroll’d Starkodder takes his stand:
Counsel he gives to those who once were guilty of a crime,
I’ th’ holy wave of Balder’s fount to wash off Nastrond’s slime.
Now to the field of battle his th’ Einherier all with glee: