Thus first of all He spoke: Mark now Loke What I say! What no one knows Either on earth Or in high heaven,— The hammer is stolen. Went they to Freyja’s Fair dwelling; There in these words Thor first spoke: Wilt thou, Freyja, lend Me thy feather-guise, That I my hammer Mjolner may fetch? I gave it thee gladly Though it were of gold; I would instantly give it Though it were of silver. Flew then Loke— The feather-guise whizzed; Out he flew From home of asas, In he flew To home of giants. On the hill sat Thrym; The king of giants Twisted gold-bands For his dogs, Smoothed at leisure The manes of his horses. THRYM: How fare the asas? How fare the elves? Why comest thou alone To Jotunheim? LOKE: Ill fare the asas, Ill fare the elves, Hast thou concealed The hammer of Thor? THRYM: I have concealed The hammer of Thor Eight rasts Beneath the ground; No man Brings it back Unless he gives me Freyja as my bride. Flew then Loke— The feather-guise whizzed; Out he flew From home of giants, In he flew To home of asas. Met him Thor First of all And thus addressed him: Hast thou succeeded In doing thine errand? Then tell before perching Long messages; What one says sitting Is often of little value, And falsehood speaks he Who reclines. LOKE: