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Thus Hávamál again:
The old giant[1] I sought;
Now I am come back;
Little got I there by silence;
In many words
I spoke to my advantage
In Suttung's halls.
Gunlad gave me,
On her golden seat,
A draught of the precious mead;
A bad recompense
I afterwards made her,
For her whole soul,
Her fervent love.
Rate's mouth I caused
To make a space,
And to gnaw the rock;
Over and under me
Were the giant's ways:
Thus I my head did peril.
Of a well-assumed form
I made good use:
Few things fail the wise;
For Odrœrer
Is now come up
To men's earthly dwellings.
'Tis to me doubtful
That I could have come
From the giant's courts
Had not Gunlad aided me
That good damsel
Over whom I laid my arm.
On the day following
Came the frost-giants
- ↑ Suttung.
