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Of old with Othin's son;
From it do eight    of like weight fall
On every ninth night."

Gerth spake:
22."The ring I wish not,    though burned it was
Of old with Othin's son;
In Gymir's home    is no lack of gold
In the wealth my father wields."

Skirnir spake:
23."Seest thou, maiden,    this keen, bright sword
That I hold here in my hand?
Thy head from thy neck    shall I straightway hew,
If thou wilt not do my will."

Gerth spake:
24."For no man's sake    will I ever suffer
To be thus moved by might;
But gladly, methinks,    will Gymir seek
To fight if he finds thee here."

Skirnir spake:
25."Seest thou, maiden,    this keen, bright sword
That I hold here in my hand?