thoe’s joueney to jotunheim. 
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thou couldst not find the means to undo it. After that, 
thou struckest at me three times with the hammer. 
The first stroke was the weakest, and it had been my 
death had it hit me. Thou sawest by my castle a 
rock, with three deep square holes, of which one was 
very deep: those were the marks of thy hammer. The 
rock I placed in the way of the blow, without thy per¬ 
ceiving it. 
“ £ So also in the games, when thou contendedst 
with my courtiers. When Lopt made his essay, the 
fact was this: he was very hungry, and ate vora¬ 
ciously ; but he who was called Loge, was fire , which 
consumed the trough as well as the meat. And Huge 
(mind), was my thought with which Thjalfe ran a race, 
and it was impossible for him to match it in speed. 
When thou drankest from the horn, and thoughtest 
that its contents grew no less, it was, notwithstanding, 
a great marvel, such as I never believed could have 
taken place. The one end of the horn stood in the sea, 
which thou didst not perceive; and when thou comest 
to the shore thou wilt see how much the ocean has 
diminished by what thou hast drunk. Men will 
call it the ebb . 
