With the conquered carles and lords,
Men bide not to measure swords:
Many a man had there been glad,
Lesser war-gear to have had.
With a heart more void of fear;
Such I am not, sweet and dear."
Therewithal he swept her up into the bed, but the bonder's daughter ran out of the place; then sang Grettir this other stave—
"Sweet amender of the seam,
Weak and worn thou dost me deem: