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“Maybe hunger will loose your tongue,” said Geirrod,
flinging the hawk into his cellar and bolting shut the door.
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After quite some time Geirrod retrieved his hawk from the cellar.
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“Which god?” he repeated.
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“Loki,” said Loki.
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“Perfect,” said Geirrod, “you will see to it
that your friend Thor comes by this way
without his hammer and his belt of strength,
won’t you, Loki?”
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Loki agreed, so Geirrod fed him
up and let him leave.
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Loki flew off with a scowl
and a screeching squawk
which only served to cap the merriment
of the giant, Geirrod, and his giantesses.
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