Now Steinar had a sword that was called after Skrymir the giant: it was never fouled, and no mishap followed it.
Skrymir awaking, asked whether a leaf had fallen on his head, and then he fell asleep again.
So he lay watching for Skrymir to go fast asleep again, and shortly before daybreak his chance came.
When Skrymir learned where they were going, he asked if he might not wend with them, and Thor said that he was willing.
He seized his hammer, and bracing his feet with all his might, struck Skrymir a blow on his head.
So they traveled the whole day, and at dusk Skrymir chose a place for them to pass the night in under a large oak tree.
Skrymir asked whether they might not be friends, and Thor agreeing, the giant opened his bag and took out something to eat.
Skrymir then proposed that they should travel in company, and Thor consenting, they sat down to eat their breakfast.
At the gate of Utgard—a place so high, that you had to strain your neck bending back to see the top of it—Skrymir went his way.
But, in spite of strenuous efforts, neither Thor nor his companions could unfasten the knots which Skrymir had tied.