By such convincing reasons the wavering god she plied:
At the command of Odin the marriage knot was tied.
But Idun still was absent; dull pass’d the nuptial feast;
Each Disa mourn’d; but Freya wept more than all the rest.
Hoarse was the voice of Bragur; the mead-horn ceased to cheer:
A knife lay in Frey’s bosom; the cause ye soon shall hear:
He greeted not his father, but sorrowful in mood
He to the height ascended, where Hlidskialf’s castle stood.
On Hlidskialf’s tower so lofty stands Odin’s mystic throne;
From thence all the world’s actions are to his eye made known: