draught. Some empty it at two draughts. But no one ever takes three."
Thor put the horn to his lips and drank deep and long. When he was out of breath, he lowered the horn. To his surprise very little of the water was gone.
Utgard said: "I should have thought Thor could drink more at a draught."
Thor did not reply, but drank again as long as he had any breath. This time enough was gone so that the horn could be carried easily without spilling any of the water.
Utgard said: "Have you not left too much for the third draught?"
Thor became angry. He put the horn to his lips and drank until his head swam, and his ears rang, and fire floated before his eyes.
But the horn was not nearly empty, and he would not try again.
Then Utgard said: "Will you try something else?" Thor replied that he would. Utgard said: "We have a little game here that the younger children play. The young men think nothing of lifting my cat. I would not propose it to you if you had not failed in drinking."
The cat ran in, and Thor did his best. But he could only lift one paw from the ground.
Then he called for some one to wrestle with
