Have the gods turn’d thee out of doors? hast thou been indiscreet?
Shame were it such a chief of worth so scornfully to treat;
To start them game the gods, perhaps, thee falcon-like have sent:
Speak out then, thou accomplish’d rogue! say! what is thy intent?”
Now sitting down by Thrymur’s side with mien composed he said:
“With insults deep and injury the gods have Lok repaid;
Did I not hope one day your cause to aid, ye giants good!
I ne’er would set my foot again in Valhall’s curst abode.
You do require a spy, methinks, to find out and detect
All that the fraudful Asar brood against your realm project: