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Above and below the giants' paths lay,
So rashly I risked my head.
106.Gunnloth gave on a golden stool
A drink of the marvelous mead;
A harsh reward did I let her have
For her heroic heart,
And her spirit troubled sore.
107.The well-earned beauty well I enjoyed,
Little the wise man lacks;
So Othrörir now has up been brought
To the midst of the men of earth.
108.Hardly, methinks, would I home have come,
And left the giants' land,
Had not Gunnloth helped me, the maiden good,
Whose arms about me had been.
109.The day that followed, the frost-giants came,
Some word of Hor to win,
(And into the hall of Hor;)
