Fame didst thou win | for foulest deeds.
[44]. “In Bravoll wast thou | Grani’s bride,
Golden-bitted | and ready to gallop;
I rode thee many | a mile, and down
Didst sink, thou giantess, | under the saddle.”
Sinfjotli spake:
[45]. “A brainless fellow | didst seem to be,
When once for Gollnir | goats didst milk, [[304]]
And another time | when as Imth’s daughter
In rags thou wentest; | wilt longer wrangle?”