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Alone he possessed, but no son,
Nor was he deeply regretful
When blithe she passed on his way.
Old sat Trand on the settle,
Drinking far into the night,
Talking with trustworthy boon companions
Of the deeds of their youth.
Also he talked with travellers,
Homeward faring from westward,
Asked about Olaf Digre,
And of his mighty deeds.
Heard how he cast down temples,
And smashed their idols to fragments,
How worms crawled out of the rotten wood,
Adders, and mice, and the like.…
The thrall stood pale at the doorway,
Dared not the horn replenish,
Terrified picturing Odin, who
Noseless sat there and slept.
Drunkenly Trand thumped the table:
“Lies are these tales and witchcraft-work!
Tallow-face, fetch us the liquor,
Here it grows fearfully cold.”
Further questions he asked,
Pondering o’er the replies,
Pounded the table and swore:
“Loki has broken his bonds!”
Then when the drink overcame him,
And down on the settle he dropped,
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