d by men, but by the gods niol; the wide-ruling
powers call it grima, the Jotuns olios, the Alfar svefngaman; the
Dwarfs call it draumniorunn.

_Vingthor_.

32. Tell me, Alvis! etc., how the seed is called, which the sons of
men sow in every world.

_Alvis_.

33. Bygg it is called by men, but by the gods barr, the Vanir call
it vaxtr, the Jotuns aeti, the Alfar lagastafr; in Hel 'tis hnipinn
called.

_Vingthor_.

34. Tell me, Alvis! etc., how the beer is called, which the sons of
men drink in every world.

_Alvis_.

35. Ol it is called by men, but by the AEsir biorr, the Vanir call it
veig, hreina logr the Jotuns, but in Hel 'tis called miodr: Suttung's
sons call it sumbl.

_Vingthor_.

36. In one breast I have never found more ancient lore. By great
wiles thou hast, I tell thee, been deluded. Thou art above ground,
dwarf! at dawn; already in the hall the sun is shining!

FOOTNOTES:

[Footnote 33: Thrud, Thor's daughter by his wife Sif. _Skaldskap_.]

[Footnote 34: This appears to allude to a promise made to the dwarf;
but of which the story is lost.]

[Footnote 35: When this composition was written, it appears that Hel
was no longer regarded as a person, but as a place.]

THE LAY OF HARBARD.

Thor journeying from the eastern parts came to a strait or sound, on
the other side of which was a ferryman with his boat. Thor cried
out:--

1. Who is the knave of knaves, that by the sound stands yonder?

_Harbard_.

2. Who is the churl of churls, that cries across the water?

_Thor_.

3. Ferry me across the sound, to-morrow I'll regale thee. I have a
basket on my back: there is no better food: at my ease I ate, before I
quitted home, herrings and oats, with which I yet feel sated.

_Harbard_.

4. Thou art in haste to praise thy meal: thou surely hast no
foreknowledge; for sad will be thy home: thy mother, I believe, is
dead.

_Thor_.

5. Thou sayest now what seems to every one most unwelcome to
know--that my mother is dead.

_Harbard_.

6. Thou dost not look like one who owns three country dwellings,
bare-legged thou standest, and like a beggar clothed; thou hast not
even breeches.

_Thor_.

7. Steer hitherward thy boat; I will direct thee where to land. But
who owns this skiff, which by the strand thou holdest?

_Harbard_.

8. Hildolf fie is named who bade me hold it, a man in council wise,
who dwells in Radso sound. Robbers he bade me not to ferry, or
horse-stealers, bu