Also he thrust forward his loin cloth, and required her help in picking out the fleas; and exacted from this woman of lordly lineage that she should not blush to put her sweet fingers in a foul apron.  Then, believing that he was free to have his pleasure, he ventured to put his longing palms within her gown and to set his unsteady hands close to her breast.  But she, looking narrowly, was aware of the presence of the old man whom she once had known, and felt ashamed.  She spurned the wanton and libidinous fingering, and repulsed the unchaste hands, telling the man also that he had need of arms, and urging him to cease his lewd sport.

Starkad, who had sat down by the door, with the hat muffling his head, had already become so deeply enraged at this sight, that he could not find patience to hold his hand any longer, but put away his covering and clapped his right hand to his sword to draw it.  Then the smith, whose only skill was in lewdness, faltered with sudden alarm, and finding that it had come to fighting, gave up all hope of defending himself, and saw in flight the only remedy for his need.  Thus it was as hard to break out of the door, of which the enemy held the approach, as it was grievous to await the smiter within the house.  At last necessity forced him to put an end to his delay, and he judged that a hazard wherein there lay but the smallest chance of safety was more desirable than sure and manifest danger.  Also, hard as it was to fly, the danger being so close, yet he desired flight because it seemed to bring him aid, and to be the nearer way to safety; and he cast aside delay, which seemed to be an evil bringing not the smallest help, but perhaps irretrievable ruin.  But just as he gained the threshold, the old man watching at the door smote him through the hams, and there, half dead, he tottered and fell.  For the smiter thought he ought carefully to avoid lending his illustrious hands to the death of a vile cinder-blower, and considered that ignominy would punish his shameless passion worse than death.  Thus some men think that he who suffers misfortune is worse punished than he who is slain outright.  Thus it was brought about, that the maiden, who had never had parents to tend her, came to behave like a woman of well-trained nature, and did the part, as it were, of a zealous guardian to herself.  And when Starkad, looking round, saw that the household sorrowed over the late loss of their master, he heaped shame on the wounded man with more invective, and thus began to mock: 

“Why is the house silent and aghast?  What makes this new grief?  Or where now rest that doting husband whom the steel has just punished for his shameful love?  Keeps he still aught of his pride and lazy wantonness?  Holds he to his quest, glows his lust as hot as before?  Let him while away an hour with me in converse, and allay with friendly words my hatred of yesterday.  Let your visage come forth with better cheer; let not lamentation resound in the house, or suffer the faces to become dulled with sorrow.