THE POESY OF SKALDS
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time there has been a whirlpool the sea where the water falls through the hole in the mill-stone. It was then that the sea became salt.
["The lay of Grótti:
- They to the flour-mill
- Were led, those maidens,
- And bidden tirelessly
- To turn the gray mill-stone:
- He promised to neither
- Peace nor surcease
- Till he had heard
- The handmaids' singing.
- They chanted the song
- Of the ceaseless mill-stone:
- 'Lay we the bins right,
- Lift we the stones!'
- He urged the maidens
- To grind on ever.
- They sung and slung
- The whirling stone
- Till the men of Fródi
- For the most part slept;
- Then spake Menja,
- To the mill coming:
