Dressed they then Thor In bridal-robes; Brisengumen He had to wear; Keys let they jingle About his waist, And a woman’s dress Fell over his knees; On his bosom they placed Broad broaches, And artfully they His hair did braid. Spoke then Loke Laufeyarson: For thee must I Be servant-maid; Ride we both To Jotunheim. Home were driven Then the goats, And hitched to the car; Hasten they must— The mountains crashed. The earth stood in flames, Odin’s son Rode to Jotunheim. Spoke then Thrym, The king of giants; Giants! arise And spread my benches! Bring to me Freyja as bride, Njord’s daughter, From Noatun. Cows with golden horns Go in the yard, Black oxen To please the giant; Much wealth have I, Many gifts have I; Freyja, methinks, Is all I lack. Early in the evening Came they all; Ale was brought Up for the giant. One ox Thor ate, Eight salmon And all the delicacies For the women intended; Sif’s husband besides Drank three barrels of mead. Spoke then Thrym, The king of giants: Where hast thou seen Such a hungry bride? I ne’er saw a bride Eat so much, And never a maid Drink more mead. Sat there the shrewd Maid-servant near;[69] Thus she replied To the words of Thrym: Nothing ate Freyja In eight nights, So much did she long For Jotunheim.