[22]. A draught did Grimhild | give me to drink,
Bitter and cold; | I forgot my cares; [[458]]
For mingled therein | was magic earth,
Ice-cold sea, | and the blood of swine.
[23]. In the cup were runes | of every kind,
Written and reddened, | I could not read them;
A heather-fish | from the Haddings’ land,
An ear uncut, | and the entrails of beasts.
[24]. Much evil was brewed | within the beer,
Blossoms of trees, | and acorns burned,