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Thor spake:
6."May we win, dost thou think,    this whirler of water?"

Tyr spake:

"Aye, friend, we can,    if cunning we are."

7.Forward that day    with speed they fared,
From Asgarth came they    to Egil's home;
The goats with horns    bedecked he guarded;
Then they sped to the hall    where Hymir dwelt.

8.The youth found his grandam,    that greatly he loathed,