Many gifts have I!
Freyja, methinks, is all I lack!”
he sang; then he called out to his followers, “Giants, arise and spread the embroidered cloths over the benches. Freyja comes to be my bride.”
The servants tumbled over each other in wild excitement. Some covered the seats and the walls with embroidered tapestries. Some strewed fresh straw upon the floor. Others scoured the shields and brought in the tables and set forth the massive golden dishes.
Just as twilight was falling, the chariot thundered into the courtyard.
When he saw Freyja’s robes and Freyja’s jewels, it never occurred to Thrym to doubt that it was really Freyja under the veil. He took the bride’s hand and led her to her seat, laughing exultantly and singing his boastful song:
“Much wealth have I!
Many gifts have I!
Freyja, methinks, was all I lacked!”
Then he ordered the food to be brought in, and invited every one to help him keep his wedding-feast.