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 Even as Völu-Steinn sang:


 * Egill, hear the Heart-streams
 * Of Odin beat in cadence
 * 'Gainst my palate's skerry;
 * The God's Spoil to me is given.

Thus sang Ormr Steinthórsson:


 * No verse of mine men need to fear,
 * No mockery I intertwine
 * In Odin's Spoil; my skill is sure
 * In forging songs of praise.

Thus sang Úlfr Uggason:


 * I show to host-glad Áleifr
 * The Heart-Fjord's Shoal of Odin,&mdash;
 * My song: him do I summon
 * To hear the Gift of Grímnir.

Poesy is called Sea, or Liquid of the Dwarves, because Kvasir's blood was liquid in Ódrerir before the mead was made, and then it was put into the kettle; wherefore it is called Odin's Kettle-Liquor, even as Eyvindr sang and as we have recorded before:


 * While his kin
 * In the Kettle-Brewing
 * Of the Gallows-Lord
 * To the gods I trace.