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 Of Bolverk they asked, were he back midst the gods, Or had Suttung slain him there?

On his ring swore Othin the oath, methinks; Who now his troth shall trust? Suttung's betrayal he sought with drink, And Gunnloth to grief he left.

It is time to chant from the chanter's stool; By the wells of Urth I was, I saw and was silent, I saw and thought, And heard the speech of Hor. (Of runes heard I words, nor were counsels wanting, At the hall of Hor, In the hall of Hor; Such was the speech I heard.)