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 time there has been a whirlpool the sea where the water falls through the hole in the mill-stone. It was then that the sea became salt.

["The lay of Grótti:


 * They to the flour-mill
 * Were led, those maidens,
 * And bidden tirelessly
 * To turn the gray mill-stone:
 * He promised to neither
 * Peace nor surcease
 * Till he had heard
 * The handmaids' singing.


 * They chanted the song
 * Of the ceaseless mill-stone:
 * 'Lay we the bins right,
 * Lift we the stones!'
 * He urged the maidens
 * To grind on ever.


 * They sung and slung
 * The whirling stone
 * Till the men of Fródi
 * For the most part slept;
 * Then spake Menja,
 * To the mill coming: