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Giants Grave…

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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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