Thus sang Einarr Skúlason:
I have heard that Fródi’s hand-maids
Ground in the mill full gladly
The Serpent’s Couch; with gold-meal
The king lets peace be broken:
The fair cheeks of my axe-head,
Fitted with maple, show forth
Fenja’s Grist; exalted
Is the skald with the good king’s riches.