The frowning steep,

And set forth open

In sight of all

The laud and honour

Of high-born chief.

16.

’Now shall my voice-plane

Shape into song

Virtues full many

Of valiant friend.

Ready on tongue

Twofold they lie,

Yea, threefold praises

Of Thorir’s son.

17.

’First tell I forth

What far is known,

Openly bruited

In ears of all;

How generous of mood

Men deem this lord,

Bjorn of the hearth-fire

The birchwood’s bane.