Word of Kvasir’s wisdom
soon reached the ears of the dwarfs,
Fjalar and Galar.
Their interest turned to envy
and from envy to action
for they could not admire anything
without desiring it for themselves.
They invited Kvasir to feast with them
in a cave under the earth
and Kvasir accepted their invitation.
Fjalar and Galar’s table
was an elongated slab of uneven rock,
the floor was dirt, and the wall hangings
were dripping stalactites…
After the feast the dwarfs
asked Kvasir for a quiet word
and led him into a gloomy chamber.
Taking knives that they had hidden up their tunic sleeves
they repeatedly stabbed the wiseman’s breast
and drained his blood into two jars and a cauldron.
Kvasir’s heart soon stopped beating.
His wan body lay motionless on the ground.