So oft had visited the dwarfs’ abode,
Had learnt their various arts; and now while Frey
Sat gazing on the stream with mournful eye,
Skirnir, I say, with sudden impulse took
A handful of the water from the brook,
Which the reflection of Frey’s image gave;
Into his horn he quickly pour’d the wave,
And stopp’d it with a cork; then to his side
Made fast the horn, and gallop’d off with pride.
This artifice by Frey was noticed not;