on: "I don't need to ask _your_ name, for I see you are
Thor. But what have you done with my glove?"

As he said these last words, he stretched out a huge hand and picked
up his glove, which Thor, to his great astonishment, found to be the
house in which he had spent the night; and the inner room was the
place for the thumb.

Hearing that they were on their way towards Giantland, Skrymir asked
if he might accompany them; and as he seemed a good-natured fellow
they agreed. But first they sat down to eat their breakfast.

Skrymir ate his huge meal out of a great provision sack, and eyed with
much merriment the wallet which held the food of Thor and his
companions.

"'Tis like a little toy," said he; but Thialfi answered crossly:

"Toy it may be to you, but it has made my shoulders ache very finely,
I can tell you. I could hardly sleep all night for the pain."

Then Skrymir laughed, and took the bag and put it into his sack,
slinging the whole over his shoulder as if it had been a
feather-weight.

After this they all set off together, and that day they covered an
immense distance, for the giant took such huge strides that they had
to run the whole time in order to keep up with him.

When it grew dark, Skrymir led them into a vast wood where no
habitation was to be found, and bade them take up their quarters under
a huge oak. The others were weary and hungry beyond words, for they
had not stopped all day either to eat or rest; but Skrymir seemed only
sleepy, and was preparing to begin his snores when Loki, whom fasting
had put decidedly out of temper, sharply reminded him that they had
had no supper. Pushing the great sack over to them, the giant sleepily
replied that they were welcome to all that it contained, and
immediately fell into a deep slumber.

But when Loki tried to undo the mouth of the sack he could not get one
knot loosened, nor could he even get one of the strings to stir. Then
Thor tried with all his strength, but could do nothing. This was a
serious matter, for they were all starving with hunger by this time;
so Thor, in a great rage, snatched up his hammer in both hands,
stepped up to where Skrymir was lying and dashed the hammer, with all
his force, at his head.

At this blow, which would have smashed the skull of most men, the
giant drowsily opened one eye, saying: "Did a leaf fall on my head
just now? Good-night to all of you. I suppose you have now had your
supper and are going to bed."