Chap. XVI
 
“A bitter wind blew cruelly in my face

but numbed at least the sting of my lost ear.

The goats soon found our track from earlier,

and rushed back up it at a headlong pace.


“I let them lead and stole a backward glance

to learn, in horror, Thor was giving chase

on Sleipnir’s back! We made an awful race

across the ice—a goats’ and spider’s dance.


“At last a glint of sun revealed my craft.

Thor threw his hammer as I dove inside.

It rang against my vessel’s metal hide.

Then, as I set the coils, Thor gave a heft,

lifted my craft, and smashed it to the ice.


“He didn’t get the chance to do it twice.”