Of Frey’s ship Skidbladner, we have before seen (see p. 220) how it was made by the dwarfs, sons of Ivald, and presented to Frey. It was so large that all the gods with their weapons and war stores could find room on board it. As soon as the sails are set a favorable breeze arises and carries it to its place of destination, and it is made of so many pieces, and with so much skill, that when it is not wanted for a voyage Frey may fold it together like a piece of cloth and put it into his pocket. Njord had the consolation, when he was sent as hostage to the gods, that he begat a son whom no one hates, but who is the best among the gods. Thus the Elder Edda, in Æger’s banquet to the gods, where Loke also was present: NJORD: It is my consolation— For I was from a far-off place Sent as a hostage to the gods— That I begat that son Whom no one hates, And who is regarded Chief among the gods. To which LOKE makes reply: Hold thy tongue, Njord! Subdue thy arrogance; I will conceal it no longer That with thy sister A son thou didst beget Scarcely worse than thyself. But TYR defends Frey: Frey is the best Of all the chiefs Among the gods. He causes not tears To maids or mothers: His desire is to loosen the fetters Of those enchained. LOKE: Hold thy tongue, Tyr! Never thou couldst Use both hands, Since thy right one, As I now remember, The wolf Fenrer took from you. TYR: I lack a hand, Thou lackest good reputation,— Sad it is to lack such a thing; Nor does the wolf fare well,— In chains he pines Till the end of the world. LOKE: Hold thy tongue, Tyr! Thy wife and I Had a son together, But thou, poor fellow, Received not a farthing In fine from me. FREY: The wolf I see lie At the mouth of the river Until the powers perish. Mischief-maker! If thou dost not hold thy tongue Thou also shalt be bound. LOKE: