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Othin spake: "Mad art thou, Loki, and little of wit, The wrath of Gefjun to rouse; For the fate that is set  for all she sees, Even as I, methinks."

Loki spake: "Be silent, Othin! not justly thou settest The fate of the fight among men; Oft gavst thou to him  who deserved not the gift, To the baser, the battle's prize."

Othin spake: "Though I gave to him who deserved not the gift, To the baser, the battle's prize; Winters eight  wast thou under the earth, Milking the cows as a maid, (Ay, and babes didst thou bear; Unmanly thy soul must seem.)"