Ægir’s God-sprung daughter?
Dash with thy strong keel, and
Cleave yon spell-charmed whale!
With one bound the dragon clove the Troll-whale’s body, and down it sank beneath the waves.
Then, at once, the Hero hurleth
Two sharp spears; the ice-bear’s hide
Pierceth one—the other springeth
Through the pitch-black eagle’s side!
Instantly the storm subsided. The sun broke through the clouds and the waves no longer swept the deck. Soon the sea was as smooth as glass, and there before them lay the islands ruled by Augantyr. But the weary rowers could no longer move their arms, the warriors were forced to lean for support upon their swords. When the ship touched land, Björn carried four and Frithiof eight of the exhausted men ashore. Food and drink were then brought from the ship, and all refreshed themselves with a hearty meal.