Now they began drilling the hard scale of Mount Huitbierg with the Rate drill, where the court of Suttunga stood. Here, in a deep dungeon carved into solid rock, the beauty of Gunnlod was guarding the Honey of Poetry.
Through a hole drilled with a drill, Odin entered the secret chamber and turned into a snake. There he immediately took the form of a young giant. Gunnlod was tired of being alone, and this young man spoke so beautifully to her beauty and love……
Odin spent three nights with Gunnlod, without leaving the bed, he swore love and took an oath on the ring, that he would marry her, and she gave him her love. When the fourth day came, he was allowed to taste the miracle drink three times. Odin used all his power and with the first sip he emptied the Odhrorir cauldron yes, that there was not a drop left in it. Gunnlod marveled at the man's strength in drinking. The second gulp and the Bodn vessel was already empty. Wnet and Son was emptied. Having swallowed the Honey, Odin turned into an eagle and fled from the court of Suttunga, leaving Gunnlod in tears. The girl understood, that the young man does not intend to keep his promise and breaks his vows.
sutting, seeing my daughter in despair and empty vessels, immediately transformed into a giant eagle and set off in pursuit. It was hard for a drunk Odin to escape. To relieve myself, so he gave away some of the Honey as urine.
Now Odin escaped easily from the giant and fell into Asgard like a storm. There he spilled Honey into dishes that had been prepared for this purpose for a long time. Suttung had to turn back, for certain death awaited him in Asgard. God then gave the pure Honey to the gods and people endowed with the true spirit of poetry.
The next day, relatives of Gunnloda came to the Asgard gate to complain about Bolwerk for breaking his wedding.. They demanded his release. Odin lied to Thurs and they walked away with nothing. Some time later, Gunnlod gave birth to a son. It was Bragi, the god of poetry and the greatest of scalds. Odin has been plagued by remorse for a long time, that he dealt so unworthily with the beautiful and good Gunnłod. Finally he composed a song about it and, as Most High, he sang it to men and gods. The world has now known the joy of true poetry and its eternal wisdom, but at the same time the first disloyalty took place, and from then on no oath was certain.