Ottar the young, | the son of Instein.”
Freyja spake:
[7]. “Wild dreams, methinks, | are thine when thou
sayest
My lover is with me | on the way of the slain;
There shines the boar | with bristles of gold,
Hildisvini, | he who was made
By Dain and Nabbi, | the cunning dwarfs.
[8]. “Now let us down | from our saddles leap,
And talk of the race | of the heroes twain;