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 As I now remember, The wolf Fenrer took from you.

TYR:

I lack a hand, Thou lackest good reputation,— Sad it is to lack such a thing; Nor does the wolf fare well,— In chains he pines Till the end of the world.

LOKE:

Hold thy tongue, Tyr! Thy wife and I Had a son together, But thou, poor fellow, Received not a farthing In fine from me.

FREY:

The wolf I see lie At the mouth of the river Until the powers perish. Mischief-maker! If thou dost not hold thy tongue Thou also shalt be bound.

LOKE:

For gold thou bought'st Gymer's daughter, And sold thy sword At the same time; But when the sons of Muspel Come riding from the dark woods, What hail thou, poor fellow, To rely upon?

Frey has a servant by name, who responds to Loke:

Know that, were I born Of so noble a race