Old Norse stories . andthey were all made by the blows of your hammer. Loki had an excellent appetite; but my cook,Logi, who was matched against him, is wildfire,which swallows up everything in its path. Thialfi runs well; but Hugin, who is mythought, has no rival. The end of the long drinking horn touchedthe ocean. Thor drank so much that every shorewas uncovered. The gray cat was the Midgard serpent. Thorlifted her so far that the great serpent almost es-caped its prison at the bottom of the sea. Elli, my poor old nurse, is old age, who at lastconquers every one. Thor fought bravely; but the
Old Norse stories . andthey were all made by the blows of your hammer. Loki had an excellent appetite; but my cook,Logi, who was matched against him, is wildfire,which swallows up everything in its path. Thialfi runs well; but Hugin, who is mythought, has no rival. The end of the long drinking horn touchedthe ocean. Thor drank so much that every shorewas uncovered. The gray cat was the Midgard serpent. Thorlifted her so far that the great serpent almost es-caped its prison at the bottom of the sea. Elli, my poor old nurse, is old age, who at lastconquers every one. Thor fought bravely; but thebravest are at last overcome by old age. Go now, and seek no more to bring your farmerswithin my realm. Mine are the eternal rocks andice rivers. Though you rend them with thunder-bolts, there will be no place for your preciousgrains to take root. Thor raised his hammer to punish the giant,but he was gone. The glittering walls of the palacehad vanished. There was only a rock-strewn wastecovered with clouds and Thor and his Team of Goats. THORS DUEL WITH HRUNGNIR I. THOR AT HOME Thor went back to his palace, Bilskirnir, to restafter the tiresome journey. His wife, Sif, was morebeautiful than ever. Her golden locks were moreluxuriant than her flaxen tresses had ever was in her happiest mood. She charmed herbig husband with lively accounts of the doings ofhis little son, Magni, now three years old. She alsohad a story to tell of their daughter, Thrud. Thrud was fair, like her mother; and tall andstrong, like her father; and kind, like both. Shehad many admirers, but liked best little Alvis, thedwarf. Alvis was a favorite with the gods, becausehe was wise and good. Just the night before, hehad come into their council chamber, to ask theirpermission to try to win the hand of Thrud; andthey had given their consent. The only questionnow was what Thor would say.* Thor did not like to oppose all the gods, but hedid not want his handsome daughter to marry adwarf. He said
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