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 And now make fast our goat of the flood; Or home wilt thou bear the whales to the house, Across the gorge of the wooded glen?"

Hlorrithi stood and the stem he gripped, And the sea-horse with water awash he lifted; Oars and bailer and all he bore With the surf-swine home to the giant's house.

His might the giant again would match, For stubborn he was, with the strength of Thor; None truly strong, though stoutly he rowed, Would he call save one who could break the cup.

Hlorrithi then, when the cup he held, Struck with the glass the pillars of stone; As he sat the posts in pieces he shattered, Yet the glass to Hymir whole they brought.

But the loved one fair of the giant found A counsel true, and told her thought: "