Say, shall they land to-night?
Say, shall they set the palace afire?
Say, shall they win the fight?”
Then called Fenia in a voice of thunder through the midnight air: “Frothi, Frothi, awake, awake! Wilt thou not listen to us? Have mercy and let us rest our weary limbs.” But all was still, and Frothi gave no answer to the cry.
“Nay,” answered Menia, “he will not hearken. Little he cares for the worn-out slaves. Revenge, revenge!”
And Frothi slept, not dreaming of the evil that was coming upon him.
And again Fenia shouted: “Frothi, Frothi, awake! The beacon is blazing. Danger is nigh. Wilt thou not spare?”
But Frothi gave no answer, and the giant women toiled on.
“O Frothi, Frothi, we cannot bear our weariness.” And still no answer came.