[38]. Then in came the shining one, | . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . . | and drink she bore them;
Unwilling and bitter | brought she food to the warrior,
Till in scorn to the white-faced | Atli did she speak:
[39]. “Thou giver of swords, | of thy sons the hearts
All heavy with blood | in honey thou hast eaten;
Thou shalt stomach, thou hero, | the flesh of the slain,
To eat at thy feast, | and to send to thy followers.
[40]. “Thou shalt never call | to thy knees again
Erp or Eitil, | when merry with ale;