"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 {ix}.
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 remembering." "There is nought wiser; it is Odin's wisdom," said Harek.
Now the old hermit, Guerir, Neot's friend, sat on the stone bench beside the king, and he said: "Hear the words of the bards, the wondrous 'triads' of old time." And he chanted them in a strange melody, unlike aught I had ever heard.

And they, the old savings, were wise as the "Havamal" itself.