Then Loki flew, | and the feather-dress whirred,
Till he left behind him | the home of the gods,
And reached at last | the realm of the giants.
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[5]. Thrym sat on a mound, | the giants’ master,
Leashes of gold | he laid for his dogs,
And stroked and smoothed | the manes of his steeds.
Thrym spake:
[6]. “How fare the gods, | how fare the elves?
Why comst thou alone | to the giants’ land?”