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 And full nine hundred heads she had; But the other fair with gold came forth, And the bright-browed one brought beer to her son.

"Kinsman of giants, beneath the kettle Will I set ye both,  ye heroes bold; For many a time  my dear-loved mate To guests is wrathful  and grim of mind."

Late to his home the misshapen Hymir, The giant harsh, from his hunting came; The icicles rattled as in he came, For the fellow's chin-forest frozen was.

"Hail to thee, Hymir! good thoughts mayst thou have; Here has thy son  to thine hall now come; (For him have we waited,  his way was long;) And with him fares  the foeman of Hroth, The friend of mankind,  and Veur they call him.