I promise in return (my word is truth itself, ye know)
To fetch him Miölner back again, which deep in earth now lies;
So that again he may strike home, and win each glorious prize,
Nor fear that a short hammer-shaft his strength might neutralize.”
The friendly Alfer promised all for Lok to intercede:
Like doves so white to Valhall’s dome they flew his cause to plead:
With folded hands in lengthen’d file entering, they knelt before
The Asar, for the culprit Lok forgiveness to implore.
All hearts were moved; first Freya smiled; then Frey: ah! who can say
“No,” to a prayer for mercy, when such lovely children pray?