By his side does Sigyn | sit, nor is glad
To see her mate: | would you know yet more?
[36]. From the east there pours | through poisoned vales
With swords and daggers | the river Slith.
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[37]. Northward a hall | in Nithavellir
Of gold there rose | for Sindri’s race;
And in Okolnir | another stood,
Where the giant Brimir | his beer-hall had.