As well as word of mouth, a fraudful tale?
Warm, unsuspecting is Iduna’s heart;
As genuine spouse of Bragur well she loves
To listen to a strain that pity moves;
And Lok is no small master of his art.
He drew his knife, delighted with the plan,
And cut a long stick from a neighb’ring wood;
His theme of lies he then forthwith began,
And lied, as far, as the stick’s length allow’d.
These were the runes he carv’d. “There is a tree