“And at the bare sight of that hammer bright,
All the giants, thy foes, will fly.”
“Thou pleadest in vain; I come with Frey,
My brother in arms so brave:
Thy flesh to the ravens shall food supply,
Thy brains shall float on the wave.”
“O spare me, Frey!” thus Lok made reply,
“Thy mercy I humbly implore;
I’ll procure thee a steed of such matchless speed,
As the world never saw before.