Yet Gestur’s riddles, I surmise,
Will far beyond thy reach be found.”
Grim Harbard now unmoor’d his bark,
And briskly Skirnir stepp’d on board;
For naught he valued the Giants dark,
And felt secure with his trusty sword.
And though the frightful boatman stared
As stiff as a corpse with his evil eye,
Yet not a whit was the hero scared,
For his witchcraft all he could well defy.