Then Frithiof, with quick hands,
The corslet-hater, Angurvadel, from his thigh
Unbuckleth, and his bright shield’s golden round
Leaning ’gainst the altar, thus draws nigh;—
While his cow’d enemy
He thus accosts, with pleasant dignity.—
’Most noble in this strife will he be found
Who first his right hand good
Offers in pledge of peaceful brotherhood!’—
Then Halfdan, deeply blushing, doffs with haste