mim

Loud blows Heimdall, his horn is raised; Odin speaks with Mim's head.

Mim's sons dance, but the central tree takes fire at the resounding Giallar-horn.

Then spake Mim's head its first wise word, and true sayings uttered.

Ay, an some lucky misses too, mim, that some think he likes as weel.

Mim swearing most horrible and terrific, in a pink calico pay-place, at the slackness of the public.