The Aesir and Vanir made a truce…
To put a seal on their friendship,
every God and Goddess
spat into a great vat.
The Aesir carried off the vat
and formed a man from the spittle.
He was named Kvasir.
So steeped in the matters and mysteries
of the Nine Worlds was he that no-one
ever regretted putting to him a question…
Sitting back with his eyes closed
Kvasir gave every problem its due
with a serene, open face and
set it within its wider space…
He made each questioner feel
that they had been helped
to answer their own question.
Wherever Kvasir went
word of his coming went before him.