The mountain-dweller sat merry as boyhood Like a blinded man he seemed The son of Ygg gazed in his eyes For the gods a feast shalt thou forthwith get Word-wielder toil for the giant worked And so revenge on the gods he sought The far-famed ones could find it not And the holy gods could get it nowhere There dwells to the east of Elivagar Hymir the wise as the end of heaven Forward that day with speed thay fared From Asgarth came they to Egil's home Goats with horns bedecked he guarded They sped to the hall where Hymir dwelt But the other fair with gold came forth Eight fell from the ledge and one alone The hard-hammered kettle of all was whole Forth came they then and his foes he sought The giant old Much sorrow his heart foretold when he saw The giantess' foeman come forth on the floor Then of the steers did they bring in three Their flesh to boil By a head was each the shorter hewed And the beasts to the fire straight they bore From the beast the slayer of giants broke The fortress high of his double horns