And the Moon-Way 'neath him quivered.
Even as sang Ormr Barrey's-Skald:
Lady of Draupnir's gore-streak,
However great I know him,
The wielder (by right he ruleth)
Of the Wain's Road sees me gladly.
Even as the skald Bragi sang:
He who threw the dead eyes
Of Thjazi, Skadi's father,
Into the Winds' Wide Basin
O'er the abodes of men-folk many.
And as Markús sang:
'Tis long since the dear-loved Warder
Of sea-men was born on the wave-girt earth-bottom
Of the Storm-Container; each man praises
The sublime age of the Ring-Dispenser.
Even as Steinn Herdísarson sang:
I sing the holy Ruler
Of the high World-Tent rather
Than men, for very precious
Is He: His praises tell I.
And as Arnórr Earls'-Skald sang:
Help, dear King of Heaven,
The Day's Plain, help my Hermundr.
And as Arn
