Then one evening the song woke within the scald's breast, and he said to Neot:
"Many and wise words have you spoken, Father Neot. Hear now the song of Odin—the Havamal—and tell me if you have aught to equal it."
"Sing, my son," the good man answered. "Wisdom is from above, and is taught in many ways."
Then Harek sang, and his voice went over the hillsides, echoing wonderfully; while we who heard him were very still, unwilling to lose one word or note of the song. Many verses and sayings of the "Havamal" I knew, but I had not heard it all before. Now it seemed to me that no more wisdom than is therein could be found.
So when Harek ended Neot smiled on him, and said:
"That is a wondrous song, and I could have listened longer. There is little therein that one may not be wiser in remember
