"Baugi," said the Messenger, "your nine thralls are all dead. They killed each other with their scythes, fighting in the field about a whetstone. There are no thralls now to do your work." "What shall I do, what shall I do?" said Baugi the Giant. "My fields will not be mown now, and I shall have no hay to feed my cattle and my horses in the winter." "I might work for you," said the Wanderer. "One man's work is no use to me," said the Giant, "I must have the work of nine men." "I shall do the work of nine men," said the Wanderer, "give me a trial, and see." The next day Vegtam the Wanderer went into Baugi's field. He did as much work as the nine thralls had done in a day. "Stay with me for the season," said Baugi, "and I shall give you a full reward." So Vegtam stayed at the Giant's house and worked in the Giant's fields, and when all the work of the season was done Baugi said to him: "Speak now and tell me what reward I am to give you." "The only reward I shall ask of you," said Vegtam, "is a draught of the Magic Mead." "The Magic Mead?" said Baugi. "I do not know where it is nor how to get it." "Your brother Suttung has it. Go to him and claim a draught of the Magic Mead for me." Baugi went to Suttung. But when he heard what he had come for, the Giant Suttung turned on his brother in a rage. "A draught of the Magic Mead?" he said. "To no one will I give a draught of the Magic Mead. Have I not enchanted my daughter Gunnlöd, so that she may watch over it? And you tell me that a Wanderer who has done the work of nine men for you asks a draught of the Magic Mead for his fee! O Giant as foolish as Gilling! O oaf of a Giant! Who could have done such work for you, and who would demand such a fee from you, but one of our enemies, the Æsir? Go from me now and never come to me again with talk of the Magic Mead." Baugi went back to his house and told the Wanderer that Suttung would yield none of the Magic Mead. "I hold you to your bargain," said Vegtam the Wanderer, "and you will have to get me the fee I asked. Come with me now and help me to get it." He made Baugi bring him to the place where the Magic Mead was hidden. The place was a cavern in the mountain. In front of that cavern was a great mass of stone. "We cannot move that stone nor get through it," said Baugi. "I cannot help you to your fee." The Wanderer drew an auger from his belt. "This will bore through the rock if there is strength behind it. You have the strength, Giant. Begin now and bore." Baugi took the auger in his hands and bored with all his strength, and the Wanderer stood by leaning on his staff, calm and majestic in his cloak of blue. "I have made a deep, deep hole. It goes through the rock," Baugi said, at last. The Wanderer went to the hole and blew into it. The dust of the rock flew back into their faces. "So that is your boasted strength, Giant," he said. "You have not bored half-way through the rock. Work again."