But he had gone down the river.
"We will leave this pallid man, then,
Tokens that we've held our feast here!"
Soon some lighted brands were flying
In the hut of Fridolinus;
And they sprang rejoicing through the
Flames in singing, "Praised be Woden!"
From the distance gazed with pleasure
The old grandam, and her face shone
Ghastly in the lurid light.