My sire is Odin, puissant king
In lofty Asgard dwelling,
All other gods excelling.”
Then Utgard Lok with accent grum:
“I know the reason well,
That brings thee to these realms of gloom,
Where swarthy giants dwell:
I know thy lineage and thy blood,
Yet laugh to scorn the Asar brood,
Thy hammer’s force despising,