Suttung

Odin walked to the hall of Baugi, Suttung's brother, and asked for lodging for the night.

“It is already spring. The good workers are already working for my brother Suttung, and few enough people come here in the way of things. You are the first traveler who has asked me for lodging and hospitality in many a year.”

Suttung was never a poet when we were young.

The next morning they rose early and walked and walked and walked, and by evening they had left Baugi’s land and reached Suttung’s, on the edge of the mountains.

“Greetings, brother Suttung,” said Baugi.