And brought in one of the white goats that drew the hero’s car:
The bearded father of the flock was heard to sigh and groan;
It vex’d the reverend goat to play the part of a buffoon.
With Fulla’s garter at one end Lok by the beard made fast
The sturdy goat; the other end he tied to his own waist:
Now to the goat he turn’d his back, and struck him with a thorn;
The beast enraged ran at his foe full butt with levell’d horn.
To a short distance they retired; now they again fell to;[74]
The gods in Valaskialf laugh’d loud the sport absurd to view.
This amused Lok; no shame he felt within his breast; he thought