On his gentle bosom was Draupner laid,
When their eyes were closed in death.
Next they laid on the anvil a steel-bar cold,
They needed nor fire nor file;
But their sledge-hammers, following, like thunder rolled,
And Sindre sang runes the while.
When Loke now marked how the steel gat power,
And how warily out ’t was beat
(’T was to make a new hammer for Ake-Thor),
He’d recourse once more to deceit.