Then spake Loki, Laufey's son:-- "Do thou, Thor! refrain from such-like words; forthwith the Joetuns will Asgard inhabit, unless thy hammer thou gettest back." Then they clad Thor in bridal raiment, and with the noble Brisinga necklace; let by his side keys jingle, and woman's weeds fall round his knees; and on his breast placed precious stones, and a neat coif set on his head. Then said Loki, Laufey's son:-- "I will with thee as a servant go; we two will drive to Joetunheim." Straightway were the goats homeward driven, hurried to the traces; they had fast to run. The rocks were shivered, the earth was in a blaze; Odin's son drove to Joetunheim. Then said Thrym, the Thursar's lord:-- "Rise up, Joetuns! and the benches deck, now they bring me Freyja to wife, Njoerd's daughter, from Noatun. "Hither to our court let bring gold-horned cows, all-black oxen, for the Joetuns' joy. Treasures I have many, necklaces many; Freyja alone seemed to me wanting." In the evening they early came, and for the Joetuns beer was brought forth. Thor alone an ox devoured, salmons eight, and all the sweetmeats women should have. Sif's consort drank three salds of mead. Then said Thrym, the Thursar's prince:-- "Where hast thou seen brides eat more voraciously? I never saw brides feed more amply, nor a maiden drink more mead." Sat the all-crafty serving-maid close by, who words fitting found against the Joetun's speech:-- "Freyja has nothing eaten for eight nights, so eager was she for Joetunheim." Under her veil he stooped, desirous to salute her, but sprang back along the hall:-- "Why are so piercing Freyja's looks? Methinks that fire burns from her eyes." Sat the all-crafty serving-maid close by, who words fitting found against the Joetun's speech:-- "Freyja for eight nights has not slept, so eager was she for Joetunheim." In came the Joetun's luckless sister; for a bride-gift she dared to ask:-- "Give me from thy hands the ruddy rings, if thou wouldst gain my love, my love and favor all." Then said Thrym, the Thursar's lord:-- "Bring the hammer in, the bride to consecrate; lay Mjoellnir on the maiden's knee; unite us each with other by the hand of Voer." Laughed Hlorridi's soul in his breast, when the fierce-hearted his hammer recognized. He first slew Thrym, the Thursar's lord, and the Joetun's race all crushed; He slew the Joetun's aged sister, her who a bride-gift had demanded; she a blow got instead of skillings, a hammer's stroke for many rings. So got Odin's son his hammer back. Translation of Benjamin Thorpe in 'The Edda of Saemund the Learned' OF THE LAMENTATION OF GUDRUN OVER SIGURD DEAD FIRST LAY OF GUDRUN