"Promise me one thing," she said.
"I will promise you a dozen things," said Gunnar.
"One only. It is that you will only paint what you can see."
Gunnar, who was very quick, said, "I will obey you; but in that case you must cover him in a blanket, lest I spoil his clothes."
She brought him a blanket, and left him. Gunnar put Frey's eye in order, and touched up his cheeks and scarlet nostrils for him. He sized the cone for gilding, and put a tinge more red into his beard.
Then he looked at him with his head on one side and one eye shut. "You are a fine figure of a god, Frey. We are something alike, I believe. But for all that I see that you don't love me."
He was at the end of the room as he stood; but for all that Frey had him in view, and looked furious.
After that there was nothing to do but wait the moment when Frey should start on his rounds.