Now wagg’d their tails, were mild and tame
The dogs, so fierce and wild before:
When Skirnir to the mountain came,
Wide open flew the cavern door:
And in went Skirnir, fearless swain,
His master’s errand to fulfil:
Of peril reckless and of pain,
He felt he was an Asa still.
Through the rock’s windings intricate
Without a torch he found the road;