“Never shall Thord have his hammer again, altho’ ye seek and strive!
Under the earth ’tis buried deep, full fifty fathom and five!
8
“Never shall Thord have his hammer again (for ye shall buy it dear),
Till ye bring me your sister Fredensborg, with all your goods and gear!”
9
It was little Loki that donned his feather-fell,
Forth he flew on the homeward way, all over the salt sea-swell.
10
All in the castle-garth his garment changèd he,