But to give him a slender waist their utmost efforts fail,
For he was stout, and would not move without his coat of mail.
Now on his breast the two round stones ’twas Hermod’s task to place;
At this the fair Valkyrior blush’d, and laugh’d, and hid their face.
Now they suspend about his neck the necklace, Brising hight,
With many a ruby rich adorn’d, and many a diamond bright.
Now to the face and neck of Thor Odin applied his hand;
All roughness vanish’d at the touch: white, delicate and bland
Became his skin; no hue remain’d, which Thor could designate.
Now round his brazen helm a cap with long white veil they plait;