The head of the household that dwelt there was named Hreidmar; he was a mighty man and much skilled in magic.
"I will let this be done," said old Hreidmar with the sharp and cunning eyes.
That same evening they sought entertainment with Hreidmar, and showed their prize.
"Ye may not go until every hair has been covered," Hreidmar said again.
Hreidmar, however, would not grant them a single penny of the gold.
Ah, a curse was upon the hoard, for Hreidmar and Fafnir and I have perished because of it.
Hreidmar then called his sons, and bade them strip the skin from the otter's body.
Hreidmar, king of the dwarf folk, was the father of three sons.
The case, however, became a little more hopeful when Hreidmar consented to liberate one of their number.
A son of Hreidmar; in the form of an otter he was killed by Loke.