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ing her Wife of Bragi, and Keeper of the Apples; and the apples should be called Age-Elixir of the iEsir. Idunn is also called Spoil of-the Giant Thjazi, according to the tale that has been told before, how he took her away from the iEsir. Thjodolfr of Hvin composed verses after that tale in the Haustling:

How shall I make voice-payment
Meetly for the shield-bridge

Of the war-wall Thorleifr gave me?
I survey the truceless faring
Of the three gods strife-foremost,
And Thjatsi's, on the shining
Cheek of the shield of battle.

The Spoiler of the Lady

Swiftly flew with tumult

To meet the high god-rulers

Long hence in eagle-plumage;

The erne in old days lighted

Where the iEsir meat were bearing

To the fire-pit; the Giant

Of the rocks was called no faint-heart.

The skilful god-deceiver

To the gods proved a stern sharer

Of bones: the high Instructor

Of iEsir, helmet-hooded,

Saw some power checked the seething;

The sea-mew, very crafty,

Spake from the ancient tree-trunk;
Loki was ill-willed toward him.

The wolfish monster ordered
Meili's Sire to deal him
Food from the holy trencher:
The friend of Him of Ravens
To blow the fire was chosen;
The Giant-King, flesh-greedy,
Sank down, where the guileless
Craft-sparing gods were gathered.

The comely Lord of All Things

Commanded Loki swiftly

To part the bull's-meat, slaughtered

By Skadi's ringing bow-string,

Among the folk, but straightway

The cunning food-defiler

Of the iEsir filched the quarters,

All four, from the broad table.

And the hungry Sire of Giants

Savagely ate the yoke-beast

From the oak-tree's sheltering branches,—

That was in ancient ages,—

Ere the wise-minded Loki,

Warder of war-spoil, smote him,

Boldest of foes of Earth-Folk,

With a pole betwixt the shoulders.

The Arm-Burden then of Sigyn,
Whom all the gods in bonds see,


Firmly forthwith was fastened

To the Fosterer of Skadi;

To Jotunheim's Strong Dweller

The pole stuck, and the fingers

Of Loki too, companion

Of Hoenir, clung to the pole's end.

The Bird of Blood flew upward
(Blithesome in his quarry)
A long way off with Loki,
The lither God, that almost
Wolf's Sire was rent asunder;
Thor's friend must sue for mercy,
Such peace as he might purchase
To pray: nigh slain was Loptr.

Then Hymir's Kinsman ordered
The crafty god, pain-maddened,
To wile to him the Maiden
Who warded the iEsir's age-cure;
Ere long the necklace-robber,
Brisinga's thief, lured slyly
The Dame of Brunnakr's brooklet
Into the Base One's dwelling.

At that the steep slope-dwellers
No sorrow felt; then Idunn
Was from the south, by giants
New-stolen, come among them.
All Ingvi-Freyr's high kindred,
Hoary and old, to council

Hasted; grewsome of fashion

And ugly all the gods were.


This heard I, that the Staunch Friend
Of Hoenir—oft thereafter
With wiles he tricked the iEsir—
Flew, in hawk-wings hidden;
And the vile Sire of Giants,
Vigorous Wing-Plume-Wielder,
Hurtled on eagle-pinion
After the hawk-shaped Loki.

Swiftly the gods have kindled
A fire; and the sovereign rulers
Sustained the flame with shavings:
Scorched was the flying giant,—
He plunged down in mid-soaring:
'Tis pictured on the giant's
Sole-bridge, the shield which, painted
With stories, Thorleifr gave me.]

"This is the correct manner of periphrasing the JEsir: To call each of them by the name of another, and to designate him in terms of his works or his possessions or his kindred.

XXIII. "How should the heaven be periphrased? Thus: call it Skull of Ymir, and hence, Giant's Skull; Task or Burden of the Dwarves, or Helm of Vestri and Austri, Sudri, or Nordri; Land of the Sun, of the Moon, and of the Stars of Heaven, of the Wains and the Winds; Helm, or House, of the Air and the Earth and the Sun. So sang Arnorr Earls'-Skald:

1 "Brjalaftur texti"—Jonsson, Edda (Reykjavik, 1907), p. 384.The condition of the text makes translation impossible.

So large of gifts ne'er mounted
Young Lord of Shields on ship-deck
'Neath the ancient Skull of Ymir:
Splendid this Prince's largess.

And as he sang again:

Bright grows the sun at dusking,
The earth sinks into the dark sea,
The Toil of Austri bursteth;
All the ocean on the fells breaks.

Thus sang Bodvarr the Halt:

For never 'neath the Sun's Plain
Shall come a nobler Land-Ward,
Keener in battle-onset,
Nor a brother of Ingi better.

And as Thjodolfr of Hvin sang:

Jord's Son drove to the steel-play

(High swelled the godlike anger

In the mind of Meili's Brother),

And the Moon-Way 'neath him quivered.

Even as sang Ormr Barrey's-Skald:

Lady of Draupnir's gore-streak,
However great I know him,

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