The frost-cup filled with mead;
Though I did not believe | that I should so love
Ever one of the Wanes.”
Skirnir spake:
[a]39]. “My tidings all | must I truly learn
Ere homeward hence I ride:
How soon thou wilt | with the mighty son
Of Njorth a meeting make.”
Gerth spake:
[40]. “Barri there is, | which we both know well,