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

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