'The fierce would-wolf's tooth-edge
Hath flaws not a few,
An axe all deceitful,
A wood cleaver weak.
Begone! worthless weapon,
With shaft smoke-begrimed:
A prince ill-beseemed it
Such present to send.'
Thereafter Thorolf went to his ship,
and put it in order.
And when all was ready they moved
the ship out to Digra-ness,
and it lay there waiting a wind.
Then Asgerdr went to the ship with him.
But before Thorolf left Borg
Skallagrim went and
took down from the rafters over the door
the axe—the king's
gift—and came out with it.
The haft was now black with smoke,
and the blade rusted.
Skallagrim looked at the axe's edge.
Then he handed it to Thorolf,
reciting this stave:
