Suttung’s daughter was sitting astride
a stone-stool in the heart chamber of the mountain.
When the Evil one reached the chamber
he shifted back into his giant-form
and stood before her.
Her father’s instruction to guard the mead
at all costs went clean out of Gunnlod’s head.
In truth, she was glad of the Evil One’s company.
For three days and nights he beguiled
the Giantess with stories and songs…
She wrapped her arms around him
and they slept together.
With Gunnlod drunk on passion,
the Evil One asked for three draughts of Kvasir’s blood.
She took him by the hand and led him to the mead…
His first draught emptied the cauldron,
his second and third drained the two jars.
The Wide Wanderer held the divine liquor in his mouth.
He shifted into his eagle-form and flapped back down the augur-shaft.
Once free of the mountain he flew straight for Asgard with it…