Lovely Sif, goddess upon whom I know not what honors to heap, I am honored that you should deign to appear to me in answer to my call. Were you to stand before me, rather than grant just this glimpse through this strange cuff, then on my knees I would bow to you in supplication.

Tell me, if you will, O goddess — are you one of the deathless gods that watches over this land, or is it another people who offer you prayers and sacrifice, another land from whence you have been torn?