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

Tyr spake: "Aye, friend, we can, if cunning we are."

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.

The youth found his grandam, that greatly he loathed,