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This is said in Eiriksmal:

What dream is that? quoth Odin,

I thought to rise ere day-break

To make Valhall ready

For troops of slain;

I roused the champions,

Bade them rise swiftly

Benches to strew,

To wash beer-flagons;

The Valkyrs to pour wine,

As a Prince were coming.

Kormakr sang this:

I pray the precious Ruler
Of Yngvi's people, o'er me
To hold his hand, bow-shaking.
Hroptr bore with him Gungnir.

Thoralfr sang this:


The Mighty One of Hlidskjalf
Spake his mind unto them
Where the hosts of fearless
Harekr were slaughtered.

Thus sang Eyvindr:

The mead which forth
From Surtr's sunk dales
The Strong-through-spells
Swift-flying bore.

So sang Bragi:

'Tis seen, on my shield's surface,
How the Son of the Father of Peoples
Craved to try his strength full swiftly
'Gainst the rain-beat Snake earth-circling.

Thus sang Einarr:

Since less with Bestla's Offspring
Prevail most lordly princes
Than thou, my task is singing
Thy praise in songs of battle.

Thus sang Thorvaldr Blending-Skald:

Now have I much
In the middle grasped
Of the son of Borr,
Of Burt's heir.

III. "Now you shall hear how the skalds have termed the art of poesy in these metaphorical phrases which have been recorded before: for example, by calling it Kvasir's Gore and Ship of the Dwarves, Dwarves' Mead, Mead of the iEsir, Giants' Father-Ransom, Liquor of Odrerir and of Bodn and of Son, and Fullness of these, Liquor of Hnitbjorg, Booty and Find and Gift of Odin, even as has been sung in these verses which Einarr Tinkling-Scale wrought:

I pray the high-souled Warder
Of earth to hear the Ocean
Of the Cliff of Dwarves, my verses:
Hear, Earl, the Gore of Kvasir.

And as Einarr Tinkling-Scale sang further:

The Dwarves' Crag's Song-wave rushes

O'er all the dauntless shield-host

Of him who speeds the fury

Of the shield-wall's piercing sword-bane.

Even as Ormr Steinthorsson sang:

The body of the dame
And my dead be borne
Into one hall; the Drink
Of Dvalinn, Franklins, hear.

And as Refr sang:

I reveal the Thought's Drink
Of the Rock-Folk to Thorsteinn;
The Billow of the Dwarf-Crag
Plashes; I bid men hearken.

Even as Egill sang:

The Prince requires my lord,
And bound his praise to pour,
Odin's Mead I bore
To English shore.

And as Glumr Geirason sang:

Let the Princely Giver hearken:
I hold the God-King's liquor;

Let silence, then, be granted,
While we sing the loss of thanes.

And as Eyvindr sang:

A hearing I crave

For the High One's Liquor,

While I utter

Gillingr's Atonement;

While his kin

In the Kettle-Brewing

Of the Gallows-Lord

To the gods I trace.

Even as Einarr Tinkling-Scale sang:

The Wave of Odin surges;

Of Odrerir's Sea a billow

'Gainst the tongue's song-glade crashes;

Aye our King's works are goodly.

And as he sang further:

Now that which Bodn's Billow
Bodes forth will straight be uttered:
Let the War-King's host make silence
In the hall, and hear the Dwarves' Ship.

And as Eilifr Gudriinarson sang:

Grant shall ye gifts of friendship,
Since grows of Son the Seedling
In our tongue's fertile sedge-bank:
True praise of our High Lord.

Even as Volu-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 Steinthorsson:

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 Olfr Uggason:

I show to host-glad Aleifr

The Heart-Fjord's Shoal of Odin,—

My song: him do I summon

To hear the Gift of Grimnir.

Poesy is called Sea, or Liquid of the Dwarves, because Kvasir's blood was liquid in Odrerir 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.1

1 See page 105.

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