Slungandi, Drumster of the Deeps, master of sleights, alighted on Zôyeglummi, the mountain of glass. Its top was almost flat and extended far in every direction. The rocks were brown, slippery, and glassy. In the midst of the flat top of the mountain stood Fûbrinnig, the house of the Fellgiant Fúdrofûr. It was built of the same glassy rock, and shone eerily in the sunlight.
Slungandi made the dragonhide wings fold down upon his back like a robe. Then he strode to the door of Fûbrinnig, and smote upon it with the blade Sporni. He took from his wallet a súrox horn and blew upon it a series of blasts. The door slowly opened and the broad face of a Gyúga, a female fellgiant, looked out. The Gyúga’s name was Fandrumin.
Who comes hither with horn blowing
To rive fell people of rest and peace?
And Slungandi said
While Gyúgri slept Great Fúdrofûr
Traversed the world and won victory.
Slungandi comes with cup of joy
To drink the fill with fellgiants.
Then, he took from his wallet a beaker wrought of the egg of a fonya, placed within it the second of Murnag’s frozen potions, the draught of mirth, put the point of Sporni into it, and cried,
Mead of Valka, be mirth-maker
Juice of Imbrig, be joy-giver.
The liquor foamed up in the beaker. Scenting it, Fandrumin the Gyúga approached eagerly, and Slungandi said
Give Fúdrofûr, Gyúga maiden
This draught of mirth, and drink with him.
Then send for more and make merry.
Fandrumin the Gyûga bore away the beaker to her sire within. Slungandi waited, listening alertly. Almost at once there were sounds of laughter from the house. Then a second Gyúga, whose name was Fulgimur, came hastily from the house, bearing the empty beaker. So Slungandi took it and put within it the first of Murnag’s frozen potions, that of unwariness, but Slungandi named it again the cup of mirth, and said again:
Give Fúdrofûr, Gyúga maiden
This draught of mirth, and drink with him.
Then come for more and make merry.
So Fulgimur bore away the beaker to her father Fúdrofûr. Then again sounds of laughter could be heard from within, and indeed wild cries and the sounds of persons knocking things over in the house.
Again the third time a Gyúga came from the house, and her name was Furgumal, and she came supporting her father Fúdrofûr, assisted by her giant sisters, Fandrumin and Fulgimur, and all of them were cackling helplessly with mirth.
So Slungandi took the beaker again and put within it the third of Murnag’s frozen potions, that of mind-opening, but Slungandi named it again the cup of mirth, and said:
Drink hale and be hale doughty fell-giant
Trust with treason be touched never!
Then Fúdrofûr snatched the beaker from the hand of Slungandi, master of sleights, and quaffed the potion off in one gulp. At once the fell-giant became sober. He drew himself proudly upright. And Slungandi cried out:
Hail, Fúdrofûr, Firungwáfi’s bane!
Slungandi hails the slayer of Iceworm,
Deceiver of Dreygan and his slaves’ downfall!
Slungandi hastes his homage to pay.
Fúdrofûr stared for one moment with incomprehension. Then, as the draught of mind-opening took its full effect, a light like the light of knowledge (though it was false knowledge) came into his rugged face, and he said:
Yea, I, Fúdrofûr, fellgiant mighty,
Felled Firungwáfi and his feeble slaves,
And now am ready, with right and left
To smite Dreygan and slay that boaster.
And Slungandi smiled inwardly, but outwardly bowed before Fúdrofûr. Then he said, more urgently:
Fúdrofûr’s foe, feud pursuing
Hastens hither with hateful spite.
Sage Slungandi has sought counsel,
Prepared weapons to put down Dreygan.
Let spear be brought, with broad edges
To be made deadly with dire star-heat.
So the three Gyúgri, still laughing and chattering, went into Fûbrinnig and returned bearing between them the great spear of Fúdrofûr, which was named Tonxor. Slungandi took it from them, with a great show of reverence. He placed on the ground Murgan ta-Valka’s crock, filled with naphtha in which was hidden the spark of star-fire stolen by Prâmiz the Prince. Then he took the spear Tonxor and thrust its point into the neck of the crock, crying out:
Spear of fellgiant starfire receive
Point take power to pierce frost-wall.
He drew it out, and the four fellgiants cried out with amazement, for now the broad spearhead was glowing, refulgent with an inner fire. Handing Tonxor to Fúdrofûr, who gazed in awe at the glittering spearhead, Slungandi brought brown polished stones of Mount Zôyeglummi and built a low weaponstand by the door of Fûbrinnig.
Here lay Tonxor, trusty life-staff,
None shall touch him till his time is come.
Slungandi leaves with salutations
Doughty Ganga and Gyúgri maidens.
Then, to the astonishment of Fúdrofûr, Fandrumin, Fulgimur, and Furgumal, he lightly touched the dragonhide cape on his back with the point of Sporni, the wings broke out again, and he leapt into the air and was borne away from Zôyeglummi.
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