Brave shalt thou find me, | I have faced worse before;
We held thee at bay | while whole we were fighting,
Now with wounds are we spent, | so thy will canst thou work.”
[57]. Then did Beiti speak, | he was Atli’s steward:
“Let us seize now Hjalli, | and Hogni spare we!
Let us fell the sluggard, | he is fit for death,
He has lived too long, | and lazy men call him.”
[58]. Afraid was the pot-watcher, | he fled here and yon,
And crazed with his terror | he climbed in the corners: [[521]]
“Ill for me is this fighting, | if I pay for your fierceness,