Fill the meath, and spread the board,
Vassals of the grisly lord!
The feast begins, the skull goes round,
Laughter shouts the shouts resound."
A quantity of mead sufficient for the very mundane tastes of these celestial heroes was supposed to be daily supplied by a goat, called Heidruna, of whom Cottle says:—
"Whose spacious horn would fill the bowl
That raised to rapture Odin's soul;
And ever drinking—ever dry—
Still the copious stream supply."