With a cloth his hair | so black they covered;
Thræll they named him, | . . . . . . . .
[8]. The skin was wrinkled | and rough on his hands,
Knotted his knuckles, | . . . . . . . .
Thick his fingers, | and ugly his face,
Twisted his back, | and big his heels.
[9]. He began to grow, | and to gain in strength,
Soon of his might | good use he made; [[206]]
With bast he bound, | and burdens carried,
Home bore faggots | the whole day long.