The third morn hence | he may hold in mind,
When their races Ottar | and Angantyr tell.”
Hyndla spake:
[47]. “Hence shalt thou fare, | for fain would I sleep,
From me thou gettest | few favors good;
My noble one, out | in the night thou leapest
As Heithrun goes | the goats among.
[48]. “To Oth didst thou run, | who loved thee ever,
And many under | thy apron have crawled;
My noble one, out | in the night thou leapest,