Further, there is no haste, since the mischief is done, and by now Steinar the Snake and Iduna the Light-of-love will have drunk their marriage-cup.

Come, eat, my friends, and not too sadly, seeing that if my house has suffered shame, it has escaped worse shame, that of welcoming a false woman as a bride of one of us.

Doubtless, when his bitterness is past, Olaf, my son, will find a better wife." So they sat down and ate the marriage feast.

Only the seats of the bride and bridegroom were empty, for I could not take part in that feast, but went alone to my sleeping-place and drew the curtains.

My mother also was so overcome that she departed to her own chamber.