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Gerth spake: "Find welcome rather, and with it take The frost-cup filled with mead; Though I did not believe  that I should so love Ever one of the Wanes."

Skirnir spake: "My tidings all must I truly learn Ere homeward hence I ride: How soon thou wilt  with the mighty son Of Njorth a meeting make."

Gerth spake: Barri there is, which we both know well, A forest fair and still; And nine nights hence to the son of Njorth Will Gerth there grant delight."

Then Skirnir rode home. Freyr stood without, and spoke to him, and asked for tidings:

"Tell me, Skimir, ere thou take off the saddle, Or farest forward a step: What hast thou done  in the giants' dwelling To make glad thee or me?"

Skirnir spoke: [