Here comes the supper, and I am as hungry as Loke.' And he commenced devouring like his namesake' 'the gray beast of the wood,' and forcing, in his rough hospitable way, Philammon to devour also much against his will and stomach.
'There.

I feel happier now!' quoth Wulf, at last.

'There is nothing to be done in this accursed place but to eat.

I get no fighting, no hunting.

I hate women as they hate me.