Well doth he teach his subjects how to steal.”
Then Odin laugh’d: “This loss will I repair,
Lok’s theft the honest swain shall not regret,
For harvests thousandfold his fields shall bear;
This for the stolen bread will compensate.
His flocks and herds with wondrous increase fill’d
Shall for the butter make amends, I trow:
And for the salt, on every child
Of his will I prudence and wit bestow.
While Hœnir to divide the carcase toil’d,