For the only time in his history Thor hesitated to join in open battle.
"Who are you?" he asked.
"My name is Skrymir," said the other. His voice was like the bellow of the thunder, and Loki, Thialfi and Roska ran to the entrance and looked out at the reverberating sound.
"As for you," continued the giant, "I know you well: you are Asa-Thor. But what have you done with my glove?"
With that he stretched down his big hand towards the awed group of three, which scattered before him; and they realized that the building in which they had lodged was the creature's glove, the smaller room to which they had fled being the thumb.
"Shall we travel together?" asked Skrymir, smiling in a way that made Thor's cheeks burn.
"As you will," replied the latter.
Thereupon the giant sat down, opened a prodigious wallet, and fell to his breakfast; but Thor and his comrades drew apart by themselves and shared their scanty stock of provisions.
When they had finished—