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Though little the brides | of the giants he loves.
[5]. “From the stall now one | of thy wolves lead forth,
And along with my boar | shalt thou let him run;
For slow my boar goes | on the road of the gods,
And I would not weary | my worthy steed.”
Hyndla spake:
[6]. “Falsely thou askest me, | Freyja, to go,
For so in the glance | of thine eyes I see; [[220]]
On the way of the slain | thy lover goes with thee,