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Hyndluljoth

  Hyndla spake:
50. "Flames I see burning,  the earth is on fire,
And each for his life  the price must lose;
Bring then to Ottar  the draught of beer,
Of venom full  for an evil fate."

  Freyja spake:
51. "Thine evil words  shall work no ill,
Though, giantess, bitter  thy baleful threats;
A drink full fair  shall Ottar find,
If of all the gods  the favor I get."

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