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    The Poetic Edda

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    [30] She set out

      full plates, and treasures

      of silverware on the table,

      loaded with meat and poultry.

      They drank wine

      {152} from gemstone beakers,

      they drank and talked,

      till the day turned to night.

      [31] Rig knew how to

      give them good counsel.

      He rose from his seat

      and prepared the bed.

      He was there

      three nights in a row,

      then he went walking again

      in the middle of the road,

      and nine months

      soon passed.

      [32] Mother had a child,

      she swaddled him in silk,

      they sprinkled water over him,

      they named him Lord.

      His hair was blonde,

      his cheeks were bright,

      his eyes were as cruel

      and clear as vipers’.

      [33] They raised Lord

      there in their home;

      he learned to hold a shield,

      to string a bow,

      to bend a bow,

      to carve an arrow,

      to throw a spear,

      to cast a javelin,

      to ride a horse,

      to hunt with dogs,

      to draw a sword,

      to swim competitively.

      [34] Then Rig

      came walking

      to their farm,

      he taught Lord runes,

      gave him his own name,

      {153} called him his son,

      told him

      to claim lands,

      to conquer lands,

      conquer old villages.

      [35] He rode then

      through the

      icy mountains of Mirkwood,

      till he came to a hall

      and shook his spear,

      shook his shield,

      set his horse to a gallop

      and drew his sword:

      he started a war,

      he reddened the fields with blood,

      he killed many men,

      he conquered lands.

      [36] He became sole owner

      of eighteen estates,

      he shared his wealth,

      he gave his men

      treasures upon treasures,

      and good horses.

      He gave away rings;

      he did not care to hoard them.

      [37] Then messengers came

      along well-prepared roads,

      they came to the hall

      where that chieftain lived.

      They presented

      the beautiful, soft-fingered,

      wise girl,

      whose name was Eagle.

      [38] They offered Lord the girl,

      took her to his home,

      married her to him,

      she wore the bridal veil.

      Then they lived together

      {154} and loved one another,

      they increased their family

      and enjoyed their days.

      [39] Their oldest son was Boy

      and the next was Kid,

      then Offspring and Noble,

      Heir and Scion,

      Descendant and Successor,

      Son and Lad,

      another was Nobility,

      and the youngest was named King—

      they played together,

      they learned to swim, and play chess.

      [40] The sons of Lord

      grew up there,

      they broke horses,

      they made shields,

      they shot arrows,

      they made war.

      [41] But young King

      learned runes,

      runes of fate

      and runes of destiny,

      he learned spells

      to save lives

      and dull blades,

      to calm storms.

      [42] He learned the language of birds;

      he learned to put out fires,

      to calm sorrows and induce sleep,

      and give comfort in sorrow.

      He had the strength,

      the passion, of eight men.

      [43] Rig shared runes

      with him,

      but King tricked him,

      and learned them better than he,

      {155} and then he earned

      the right to call himself

      by the name of Rig,

      for his rune-lore.

      [44] Young King

      rode with his arrows;

      he shot arrows,

      he killed birds.

      [45] Then a crow said to him,

      a crow sitting on a high branch:

      “Why do you kill birds,

      young king?

      It would be better

      to mount up on your horse,

      and kill men.

      [46] “I know two chieftains

      with rich halls, they live nearby,

      they have bigger inheritances

      than you have—

      they know how to steer ships,

      they know how to sharpen blades,

      they know how to kill men.”

      {156} Voluspa en skamma (The Short Prophecy of Ragnarok)

      Voluspa en skamma (literally “The Short Voluspa”), the name given to parts of this poem quoted in the Prose Edda, is another mythological poem from outside the Codex Regius. It appears in its entirety in the manuscript Flateyjarbok, where it is identified as Hyndluljoth (“Song of Hyndla”). In it, the dead witch Hyndla tells the goddess Freyja and a human warrior named Ottar of Ottar’s ancestry, eventually tracing him back to the gods and telling a little about the gods and their fates. It is usually believed that the stanzas dealing with the gods (st. 30–50) were originally a separate poem (the Voluspa en skamma proper) and that the first twentynine stanzas dealing with Ottar’s ancestry were only added to it by a later editor. Whether originally a single poem or not, the poem appears to have been composed fairly late.

      Voluspa en skamma

      Freyja said:

      [1] “WAKE UP, LADY,

      wake up, friend,

      wake up, sister,

      Hyndla, you cave-dweller.

      The night is dark;

      we will ride

      to Valhalla,

      to the holy hall.

      [2] “We’ll ask Odin

      to keep us in mind;

      he gives gold

      to those who are worthy.

      He gave Hermoth

      a helmet and armor,

      he gave Sigmund

      a sword as a gift.

      [3] “He gives victory to some,

      money to others,

      {157} eloquence to many,

      and common sense to all.

      He gives waves to the sea,

      word-skill to poets,

      he gives many

      the happiness of love.

      [4] “I will sacrifice

      to Thor, and ask him

      to support you always

      and look on you with a smile,

      no matter how much

      he hates other giant-women.

      [5] “Now take a wolf

      out of your stable,

      let him walk

      alongside my hog.”

      Hyndla said:

      “I doubt the hog

      will walk the god’s road;

      I don’t want to saddle

      my swift wolf.

      [6] “You lie, Freyja,

      you want to tempt me.

      But your eyes

      tell me everything.

      Your lover,

      young Ottar,

      son of Innstein,

      follows on the road of the dead.”

      Freyja said:

      [7] “You are being foolish;

      you are dreaming, Hyndla,

      if you think my lover

      follows me on the road of the dead,

      where the hog

      Gullinbusti glows,

      that battle-swine

      {158} which two cr
    afty dwarves,

      Dain and Nabbi,

      made for me.

      [8] “I’ll step out of the saddle,

      we’ll sit together

      and speak together

      about great families,

      about the good men

      descended from the gods.

      [9] “They have dared much,

      young Ottar

      and Angantyr,

      to take the gold of Valland.

      A young man

      needs good counsel,

      if he wants to get his

      inheritance from his kin.

      [10] “Ottar made me

      a temple of stone,

      and the stones of that temple

      glisten like glass,

      reddened with fresh blood

      from sacrificed oxen—

      Ottar believed faithfully

      in the goddesses.

      [11] “Now, you must

      name noble men,

      and all the best

      human families:

      Who are the Skjoldungs?

      Who are the Skilfings?

      Who are the Authlings?

      Who are the Ylfings?

      Who are the best prince’s sons,

      the best chieftain’s sons,

      the best of all men

      in all of Midgard?”

      {159} Hyndla said:

      [12] “You, Ottar,

      are Innstein’s son,

      and Innstein was

      the son of Alf the Old.

      Alf was Ulf’s son,

      Ulf was Saefari’s,

      Saefari was the son of

      Svan the Red.

      [13] “Your father’s mother

      was beautifully bejeweled,

      she must have been

      the priestess of Hlethi.

      Her father was Frothi,

      her mother was Friaut,

      that whole family

      was well-born.

      [14] “In olden days,

      Ali was the best man,

      and before him, Halfdan

      was chief of the Skjoldungs.

      Those princes

      are remembered for their killings,

      and Ali’s accomplishments

      are known around the world.

      [15] “He was the in-law

      of Eymund, a great hero.

      He killed Sigtrygg

      with a cold sword-blade.

      He married Almveig,

      best of women,

      and together they raised

      eighteen sons.

      [16] “From them come the Skjoldungs,

      the Skilfings,

      the Authlings,

      the Ynglings,

      {160} the best prince’s sons,

      the best chieftain’s sons,

      the best of all men

      in all of Midgard.

      And this is your family,

      foolish Ottar.

      [17] “Hildigunn

      was her mother,

      the daughter of Svava

      and a Sea-King.

      And this is your family,

      foolish Ottar.

      It would profit you to know it—

      do you want to know still more?

      [18] “Dag married Thora,

      mother of warriors,

      there were great men

      born in that line:

      Frathmar and Gyrth,

      both the Frekars,

      Am, Josurmar,

      and Alf the Old.

      It would profit you to know it—

      do you want to know still more?

      [19] “Ketill was their friend,

      he was heir to Klyp,

      he was the grandfather

      of your mother.

      Frothi was born

      before Kari,

      but Alf

      was born earliest.

      [20] “Then Nanna,

      who was Nokkvi’s daughter.

      Her son was the

      in-law of your father.

      These are old relatives,

      but I can speak still more.

      {161} I knew Brodd,

      and Horfi also.

      This is your family,

      foolish Ottar.

      [21] “Isolf and Asolf,

      sons of Almoth

      and his wife Skurhild,

      who was Skekkil’s daughter—

      you are related

      to many great men.

      This is your family,

      foolish Ottar.

      [22] “Gunnar the Steadfast,

      Grim the Plow-Smith,

      Thori Iron-Shield,

      Ulf the Howler.

      [23] “Bui and Brami,

      Barri and Reifnir,

      Tind and Tyrfing,

      the two Haddings,

      this is your family,

      foolish Ottar.

      [24] “Ani and Omi,

      Arngrim’s sons,

      were born

      to Eyfura.

      The noise of all kinds of evil

      caused by those berserks

      went over land and sea

      like a wildfire.

      This is your family,

      foolish Ottar.

      [25] “I knew both

      Brodd and Horfi,

      brave companions

      of Hrolf the Old.

      Those families are

      {162} descended from Jormunrekk,

      Sigurth’s in-law,

      and Sigurth was the prince

      who killed Fafnir.

      Listen to my story.

      [26] “The prince Sigurth

      was a descendant of Volsung,

      his mother Hjordis

      was descended from Hrauthung,

      and her father Eylimi

      from the Authlings;

      this is your family,

      foolish Ottar.

      [27] “Gunnar and Hogni

      were the sons of Gjuki,

      and Guthrun

      was their sister.

      Gotthorm was not

      the son of Gjuki,

      but his mother was the same

      as Gunnar’s and Hogni’s.

      This is your family,

      foolish Ottar.

      [28] “Harald Wartooth

      was son of

      Hrorek, the hater of riches.

      Hrorek was the son of Auth,

      and Auth the Wise

      was the daughter of Ivar.

      Rathbarth was

      the father of Randver;

      those men

      were blessed by the gods

      This is your family,

      foolish Ottar.

      {163} [29] “There were eleven

      of the gods,

      after doomed

      Balder fell.

      Vali then

      craved vengeance,

      and so he killed

      the killer of his brother.

      This is your family,

      foolish Ottar.

      [30] “Balder’s father

      was Odin, heir of Bur,

      and Frey married Gerth,

      who was the daughter of Gymir,

      a man of giant family,

      married to Aurbotha.

      Thjassi was

      their kinsman,

      a good archer and a giant,

      and his daughter was Skathi.

      [31] “I have told you much,

      and I remember still more.

      I suspect that few know all this—

      do you want to know more?

      [32] “Haki was the best son

      of Hvaedna by far,

      and Hvaedna’s father

      was Hjorvarth.

      Heith and Hrossthjof

      were the giant Hrimnir’s children.

      [33] “All the witches

      come from Vitholf,

      all the wizards

      come from Vilmeith,

      all the warlocks

      come from Svarthofthi,

      {164} all the giants

      come from Ymir.

      [34] “I have told you mu
    ch,

      and I remember still more.

      I suspect that few know all this—

      do you want to know more?

      [35] “There was one born

      in ancient times,

      a very powerful son

      of the family of the gods.

      He had nine mothers,

      those nine giant women

      gave birth to the noble spearman

      at the edge of the world.

      [36] “I have told you much,

      and I remember still more.

      I suspect that few know all this—

      do you want to know more?

      [37] “His mothers were Gjalp,

      and Greip,

      Eistla

      and Eyrgjafa,

      Ulfrun

      and Angreyja,

      Imth and Atla

      and Jarnsaxa.

      [38] “The earth gave him

      strength to grow,

      as did the cold sea,

      and the blood of the boar.

      [39] “I have told you much,

      and I remember still more.

      Certainly few know all this—

      do you want to know more?

      {165} [40] “Loki fathered

      a wolf with Angerbotha:

      he fathered Sleipnir

      with Svathilfari.

      But there was one child

      worse than all the others

      of those born to

      Byleist’s brother Loki.

      [41] “Loki ate a woman’s heart,

      he found it

      half-burned

      on a burning linden tree.

      Loki became pregnant

      from that dead evil woman,

      and from their child

      come all the troll-women.

      [42] “The storm-stirred sea

      heaves up to heaven,

      it drowns the lands

      and chokes all the air.

      Then come snow-storms

      and sharp winds,

      then the time comes near

      when the gods will fall.

      [43] “One was born,

      greater than all others,

      the earth gave him

      strength to grow.

      They say that he

      was boldest of all,

      he was related

      to all the classes of men.

      [44] “But another will come,

      a god even greater,

      and I dare not

      speak his name.

      Few can see further,

      {166} beyond the day

      when the wolf

      will swallow Odin.”

      Freyja said:

      [45] “Give a memory-drink

      to Ottar,

      so that three days from now

      he can remember

      each word

      of what you say,

      when he and Angantyr

      reckon their family trees.”

      Hyndla said:

      [46] “Hurry away from here,

      I want to sleep.

      You learned nothing from me

      of my own free choice.

      Leave here

      in the night

      like a ewe

      with your ram.

      [47] “You ran after Odin,

      you’re always lustful,

      and you’ve slept

      with many others.

      Leave here

      in the night

      like a ewe

      with your ram.”

      Freyja said:

      [48] “I will strike a fire

     


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