33. From the branch which seemed
so slender and fair Came a harmful shaft
that Hoth should hurl; But the brother of Baldr
was born ere long, And one night old fought Othin's son.
34. His hands he washed not, his hair he combed not,
Till he bore to the bale-blaze Baldr's foe. But in Fensalir
did Frigg weep sore For Valhall's need: would you know yet more?
35. One did I see in the wet woods bound, A lover of ill,
and to Loki like; By his side does Sigyn sit, nor is glad
To see her mate: would you know yet more?
36. From the east there pours through poisoned vales
With swords and daggers the river Slith.