Like thorn, it lacerates the breast.
Heimdaller, holding now the band
Slender as bowstring in his hand,
Approach’d the wolf, and with a smile:
“Let us,” said he, “the time beguile,
Since, banish’d to the realm of Hel,
Sorrow and hate have bid farewell
For ever to Valhalla’s court,
With some diverting manly sport!
In honour of Frey’s nuptial feast