From her palace; they both were of regal descent:
Consumption, in gorgeous apparel array’d;
Plague, with spots on his robe, and all conquering blade.
Sole of all the giant race
Lok of Utgard did not grace
Thrymur’s hall that marriage night:
Visions dire his mind affright.
Treason doth he apprehend;
Carrion scents his nose offend.
In a corner now was spread