Teja has learned, in this place, that it is better to be called a niðing by some, than to be untrue to oneself; but he does, indeed, know that worst of insults as what it is.

And knows it for the worst stab any may take at Pyrrha, also, for somewhat different reasons.

But fire -- no. Attacks with magic -- no! That is as bad as Orpheus, maybe even worse.

"Stop this at once," Teja says, "for I would not have you spend this evening within the cells; but you must, now, for fiery violence, and Skaði for business from home."

He reaches his axe, and takes it, ready to subdue a rabid Skaði if he must.