"That I would give thee,
although of gold it were,
and trust it to thee,
though it were of silver."
Flew then Loki--
the plumage rattled--
until he came beyond
the AEsir's dwellings,
and came within
the Joetun's land.
On a mound sat Thrym,
the Thursar's lord;
for his greyhounds
plaiting gold bands,
and his horses'
manes smoothing.