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                        YOUNG FOLKS' LIBRARY OF
                           CHOICE LITERATURE.


                                LEGENDS
                                   OF
                               NORSELAND


                               EDITED BY
                             MARA L. PRATT,
               Author of "American History Stories," etc.
                        Illustrated by A. CHASE


                    EDUCATIONAL PUBLISHING COMPANY.
                                BOSTON.
                        NEW YORK.      CHICAGO.



                              Copyrighted
                   By EDUCATIONAL PUBLISHING COMPANY,
                                 1894.



CONTENTS.


                                          Page

    Valkyrie (Frontispiece)                  6
    The Beginning                            7
    Ygdrasil                                12
    Odin at the Well of Wisdom              17
    Odin and the All-wise Giant             22
    The Stolen Wine. Part I.                28
    The Stolen Wine. Part II.               36
    Loke's Theft                            46
    Thor's Hammer                           53
    The Theft of the Hammer                 68
    The Finding of the Hammer               76
    The Apples of Life. Part I.             84
    The Apples of Life. Part II.            97
    Loke's Wolf                            105
    The Fenris-wolf                        114
    Defeat of Hrungner                     121
    Thor and Skrymer                       132
    Thor and the Utgard-King               143
    Thor and the Midgard Serpent           155
    Valkyries' Song                        165
    The Dying Baldur                       167
    The Punishment of Loke                 178
    The Darkness that fell on Asgard       185



LEGENDS OF NORSELAND.

I.

THE BEGINNING.


In the beginning, when the beautiful and sunny world was first made,
there stood, in the very midst of all its beauty, Mt. Ida--a mountain
so high, so far away up among the snowy clouds, that its summit was
lost in the shining light of the rays of the sun.

At its base, stretching away to the north, the south, the east, and
the west, as far as even the eyes of the gods could reach, lay the
soft, green valleys and the great, broad plain beyond. Encircling the
whole great plain, and curling lovingly around in all the little bends
and bays of the distant shore, lay the deep blue waters; and beyond
the waters, hidden in the distant mists, rose the great mountains in
which the frost giants dwelt.

On the top of Mt. Ida, the gods had built their shining city, Asgard;
and from its golden gateway to the valley below was stretched the
richly-colored, rainbow bridge, with its wonderful bars of red and
yellow and blue, orange and green, indigo and purple.

And in this shining city, where the gods dwelt, there was no sorrow,
no grief, no pain of any kind. Never was the sun's light shut off by
heavy clouds; never did the cruel lightnings flash, nor came their
blights upon the harvest fields; never did the heavy rains fall,
nor did the cold winds sweep down upon this shining city.

But alas, there came a time when a shadow fell upon this city that
shone so like a golden cloud resting upon the mountain peak. For the
Fates, the three cruel sisters, came and took up their abode at the
foot of the wonderful tree of Life, whose roots were in the earth,
and whose branches, reaching high above the shining city, protected
it from the sun's fierce heat and strong white light. And from that
time even the gods themselves were no longer free from care and sorrow.

Envy sprang up among the children of the great god, Odin; sickness,
and even death, fell upon them; and the frost giants waged war with
them,--a war that would never cease in all the ages that were to come,
until that day when the sun's light went out forever, and the dark
reign of Ragnarok fell upon the earth.

It was a beautiful earth that lay stretched out at the foot of
Mt. Ida. The fields were rich with grain; the trees were loaded with
fruits; the sun shone warm and bright; but there were no harvesters, no
gatherers of the fruit, no children to run and frolic in the sunshine.

"The fair earth is desolate," said Odin to himself, as he looked down
from his golden temple. "There should be people there, not gods and
goddesses like us here upon Mt. Ida, but beings less powerful than
we, beings who can love and enjoy, and whose children shall fill the
earth with their happy voices. And the care of all these beings shall
be mine."

As he spoke, he, the All Father, passed down the rainbow bridge,
out into the rich, green valley below.

As he passed on beneath the trees, he saw standing together, their
branches bending towards each other, a straight, strong Ash and a
gentle, graceful Elm.

"From these trees," said Odin to himself, "will I create the Earth
people. The man I will name Ask, and the woman, Embla. It is a
beautiful, sunny world: they should be very happy in it. How their
children shall delight in the broad fields and the sunny slopes! And
no harm shall come to them; for I, the All Father, will watch over
them in all the age's to come."



II.

YGDRASIL.


At the base of Mt. Ida stood Ygdrasil, the wonderful tree of
Life. Never before nor since was there another such a tree. It had
never had a beginning; it had never been young.

Not even the oldest man, not even the gods themselves could say, "I
remember when this great tree was a tender sapling, I remember when it
sent forth its first tiny leaves, and how it rocked, and swayed, and
shivered, and bent its timid head as the cold ice king swept over it."

For there had never been a time since the beginning of the world
when Ygdrasil had not stood there, tall and strong, one great root
reaching down, down through the earth to the home of the dead, another
stretching away, no one could tell how far, till it reached the home
of the terrible giants, so fierce and cruel, so strong, and withal
so wise, that even the gods themselves dreaded them and stood ever
in terror of their approach.

And its branches? So broad, so far reaching, so numerous were these,
that they spread themselves protectingly over the whole earth, their
top-most leaves rustling and whispering together above the golden
palace of the gods, far up on the summit of the cloud-hidden Ida.

Nor was this all. Hidden among the dense leaves lived a great white
eagle. No one knew whence he came; no one had ever looked upon him;
but there he sat, ages upon ages, singing forever the story of the
creator of the earth and the wonderful deeds of the gods who dwell in
the shining city of Asgard. The leaves of the tree sang sunset songs,
and whispered to each other secrets, sometimes sad, sometimes gay,
which even the gods, with all their wisdom, could not understand.

At the foot of the tree, away down at the end even of the deepest,
farthest root, lay the Well of Wisdom. Its waters were black. Sometimes
they were very bitter, and few there were who had the courage and
the perseverance to search out the hiding-place of this wonderful
spring. Then, too, it was guarded by a grim old giant, Memory, who
so loved this well, and so dreaded the approach of man or god to its
waters, that he would not allow them even to touch their lips to it,
until they had sworn to surrender to him whatever thing was dearest
in life to them.

This was a heavy price to pay for wisdom, and few there were who
cared to pay it. "Will you give me your children?" "Will you give
me your freedom?" "Will you give me your health?" "Will you give me
your tongue, your ears, your eyes?" the old giant would ask of the
mortals who came to drink of the waters of the Well of Wisdom.

And always, when the mortals heard these questions, they grew pale
and trembled with fear. "Go back to your homes," the old giant would
thunder, "you desire wisdom it is true; but you are not willing to pay
the price for it." Then the mortals would hurry away, their hearts
beating with fear, their ears ringing with the thunderous tones of
the terrible giant, who, since the earth was made, had sat at the
foot of Ygdrasil guarding the secrets from all the world.



III.

ODIN AT THE WELL OF WISDOM.


As Odin looked down from his home in Asgard and saw the people he had
made from the ash and the elm trees, he sighed to himself and said,
"These are my children. It is I who created them. They are innocent
and pure and sweet."

"But, alas, how little they know of life. By and by there will come
to them danger and sorrow. The Ice King, the cruel tyrant, will
breathe upon them, and the harvests will shrivel before their eyes;
the rivers will be frozen, the trees will be bare, and there will be
no food for them. As the years roll on, little children will come;
these children will grow into manhood and womanhood, and other little
children will follow. They are but mortals. Sickness and death will
be their share; for I could not make them like the gods."

And as Odin thought of all these things his heart grew sad. Almost
he wished he had not made these helpless beings from the ash and the
elm. He looked down into the sunny valley, where as yet no sorrow
nor suffering had come. "Poor children!" he sighed. "What a world
of wisdom Odin must possess to protect and guide and teach these
earth-people that he has made."

Just then Ask and Embla paused and looked up towards the shining
city; for the sigh from Odin's heart had been so deep and long that
the leaves of Ygdrasil had rustled, and a faint echo of it had swept
even across the valley below.

"What is it that sweeps sometimes across the valley, and moves the
trees and the leaves, and so gently fans our cheeks?" asked Embla.

"I often wonder," answered Ask. "It is very pleasant. Perhaps it is
a message from the good Odin who made us and who gave us this sunny
valley to play in."

Then on they ran, hand in hand, happy children as they were, and in
a moment had forgotten all about it.

But Odin had not forgotten. "Frigg," said he to his goddess wife,
"it is granted to us as gods to possess great wisdom. Still there
remain many things we do not know. Below in the valley there have
sprung into being a man and a woman. They are like us, Frigg, but
they are not very wise. They need our care, even as our own dear
Baldur needed our care when he was a very little child. I shall go
to the Giant Memory, who guards the Well of Wisdom, and he shall give
me a draught from the wonderful water. Then shall I be the all-wise,
all-loving All-Father these children of the valley need."

"O, but the price this cruel Giant will ask of you!" sobbed Frigg.

"I would give my life for them," answered Odin tenderly. Then he turned
from her, passed down the rainbow bridge to the valley, entered the
great black, gaping cave and groped his way along the cold, dark
passages that led to the Well of Wisdom.

Three times the sun rose, three times the sun set. Then, just as
the earth and the shining Asgard lay bathed in the rich, golden
sunset light, Odin came forth again, passed up the rainbow bridge,
and entered the great hall of the gods. "It is Odin," cried Frigg.

Yes, it is Odin, the same Odin. But with a face so joyous, so radiant,
so happy! For Odin had drank from the Well of Wisdom. The way had
been dark; the struggle with the great Giant had been hard. But Odin
had conquered; and now the joy that belongs always to the wise was
his forevermore.



IV.

ODIN AND THE ALL-WISE GIANT.


Away across the great sea of blue waters that curled about the shores
of Midgard, the dwelling place of Odin's earth-children, were the
dark, frowning, rock-bound mountains, the castles of the terrible
giants whom even the gods feared.

One of these giants, Vafthrudner, was known among them as the All-wise.

"He is our chief. He is wiser even than the gods of Asgard," the
giants sometimes would thunder across the wide blue sea. And indeed
it was true; for none among the gods had yet been able to answer his
questions; nor could they; neither could they ask of him one that he
could not answer.

"We will bear the insolence of this giant no longer," said Odin to
Frigg. "I will go to him, and the race of giants shall know that at
last Wisdom dwells not in Jotunheim but in the golden city of the
gods,--the glorious, shining city of Asgard."

"Who comes?" thundered Vafthrudner as Odin approached his mountain
peak.

"It is I--a mere traveller. But as I chanced to be journeying through
your country, I heard of your wonderful wisdom. In my own country,
far away to the west, I too am accounted somewhat wise. Let us test
each other and learn which of us is wiser."

"Test each other! Learn which is wiser!" bellowed the great giant,
his voice echoing and re-echoing across the sea, until the very walls
of the golden hall upon Mt. Ida trembled and the earth-children in
the valley below clung to each other in fear.

"Whichever one fails forfeits his life. You know that, I trust,"
added Vafthrudner with a sneer.

"I know," answered Odin quietly. "But let us begin. Night will come
upon us, and I must reach my home while the Sun-god is still above us."

"You will never see your home again; so it matters little whether
we begin early or late. However, tell me, foolish, vain earth-child
that you are, what river is it that flows between this home of the
All-powerful giants and the home of the gods?"

"The name of that river is Ifing," answered Odin. "And I can tell you
more than that. Because it touches upon the shores of the city of the
gods, the Ice King, Njord, has no power over it. His breath cannot
freeze it. Year after year, Njord tries to imprison its sparkling
waters that you giants may cross upon its crust and attack the shining
city. But it will never freeze. You will never cross it. Asgard is
forever safe."

The giant dropped his mighty jaw. His eyes stared like great suns of
fire. His terrible frame trembled. Down came his club upon the floor
of his great castle.

Again Ask and Embla paled with fear as the valley shook beneath
their feet.

"Who are you?" roared the All-wise giant. "Who are you that you know
that river's name? Who are you that you dare tell me I shall never
cross to its farther shore?"

"It matters little who I am," answered Odin, his eyes flashing, his
beautiful figure growing taller and taller. "But listen now while
I whisper into your ear my question." And with a mighty stride Odin
crossed to Vafthrudner's throne, leaned forward, seized him by the
shoulder, and hissed three words into the gigantic, cave-like ear.

What those words were, no man ever knew. Forever they shall remain
a secret between Vafthrudner and the All-Father Odin.

The giant paled, staggered to his feet, groaned and fell. The walls of
the great hall swayed to and fro. The lightning flashed, the thunder
pealed from peak to peak. Odin had conquered. The All-Father was
now the All-loving and the All-wise too. And as such, was ever after
acknowledged by all living creatures,--gods and men, dwarfs and giants.



V.

THE STOLEN WINE.

Part I.


There had lain for ages upon ages, hidden away in the great rocky
cellar of one of the giant's castles, a cask of wine, which had been
stolen from the gods.

Never before had the gods been able to learn what had become of it;
what giant had stolen it, nor in what castle it was hidden.

But now that Odin had become All-wise, nothing could be concealed
from him.

"I know at last where the wine lies hidden," said Odin one day to
his son, Thor; "and I shall set forth to find it."

Thor brought down his hammer with a thud. "Let me go with you," cried
he, springing up. "And let me fell to the earth with one blow of my
magic hammer the giant who has stolen, and has kept hidden all these
ages our precious wine."

"No;" answered Odin, "this time I must go alone. The wine is guarded
day and night, and it will not be easy to bring it away, even when I
have found it. But watch for me, dear son. One day there will come,
beating its wings against the shining gates of our city, a great white
eagle. Do not harm the eagle. Open the gates to him; for that eagle
will be Odin, returning with the stolen wine to our city of Asgard."

Then Odin put aside his sparkling crown and laid down his sceptre. His
wonderful blue mantle, studded with stars and fastened always with
a pale crescent moon, he also threw aside, and stepped forth in the
garb of a common laborer. "It is in this guise that I shall win my
way to the giant's castle," said Odin; and in a second he had passed
out from the hall and was gone.

It was the giant, Suttung, that had stolen the wine, and it was in
his castle that it had lain hidden all these years.

Now, of all the strong castles of all the giants, Suttung's castle
was the strongest. The cellar was cut into the solid rock. Moreover,
three sides of the castle rose in solid walls of granite; while the
fourth, no less firm and strong, was built of massive blocks bound
with hoops and bars and bolts of strongest iron and steel.

Now, Suttung had a brother, Bauge, who was a giant farmer. He kept
nine strong slaves, half giants themselves, to do his work for him.

As Odin approached the fields of Bauge's farm, he saw the nine men
hard at work.

"Your scythes are dull," said he, as he drew near.

"Yes, but we have no whetstone to sharpen them upon," answered the
workmen, the great drops standing out upon their foreheads.

"I will sharpen them on mine," said Odin, drawing one from his pocket.

"It is a magic whetstone!" cried the men as they saw it work. "Give
it to us. We need it more than you. Give it to us. Give it to us."

"Take it, then," answered Odin, throwing it high in the air and
walking off.

"It is mine! It is mine! Let me have it! Give it to me! I will have
it! Out of the way! It shall be mine!" screamed and quarreled the
nine men as they pushed and crowded, each one determined to catch
the whetstone as it came down to earth.

At last it fell. Then a fiercer battle followed. The angry men fell
upon each other. They dragged and pulled and threw each other to the
ground. They pounded each other; they struck at each other with their
scythes. On and on they fought. Hour after hour the battle waged;
till at last the Sun-god, in sheer dismay at so unloving a sight, hid
his face behind the hills, and the nine men lay dead upon the fields.

It was an hour later when Odin reached the castle of Bauge.

"Can you give me shelter for the night?" he asked, as the giant
appeared at the door of his castle.

"Yes, I can give you shelter; but you must look elsewhere for your
breakfast. A strange thing has happened. My nine slaves, while at
work in the field, have fallen in battle upon each other, and have
killed each other. Not one of them is left alive to serve me."

"They must have been idle, quarrelsome fellows," answered Odin.

"They were, indeed," answered Bauge; "but how shall I get my work
done without them?"

"I will do the work for you," answered Odin.

"You! There is but one of you, even if you were willing to try,"
answered Bauge with but little interest.

"But I can do the work of any nine workmen that ever served you."

The giant laughed. "A remarkable workman. Pray, do you ask the wages
of nine men as well?"

"I ask no wages," answered Odin. "I only ask that, as my pay when
the work is done, you shall give me a draught of wine from the cask
hidden in your brother's cellar."

Bauge stared. "How did you know there is a cask in my brother's
cellar?" he gasped.

"It is enough that I know it," answered Odin coldly.

Bauge looked at Odin. "He is better than no man," he thought to
himself. "I may as well get what work from him I can, before he finds
that no being on earth can enter that cellar or force my brother to
give away one drop of that wine."

"Very well, you may go to work," he said aloud. "I cannot promise you
that we can make our way into my brother's cellar; but I will do what
I can to help you."

"That is all I ask," answered Odin. "Now let me sleep, for I am tired;
and if I am to do nine men's work, I must have nine men's sleep."

"And must you have nine men's food?" cried Bauge.

"I think it very likely," answered Odin with a queer smile. "Now let
me sleep."



VI.

THE STOLEN WINE.

Part II.


"What is your name?" asked Bauge of his new workman when they set
forth the next morning to the fields.

"You may call me Bolverk," answered Odin.

"Will one name be enough for all nine of you?" said Bauge with a
disagreeable curling of his upper lip.

"I will not burden your giant mind with more than one," Odin
answered,--a funny little twinkle in his eye.

The giant gave a furious grunt. He did not quite know whether his
new workman was stupid, or, whether under all his seeming meekness,
it might not be that he was making fun of him.

Well, Bauge set Bolverk to work, and then, lazy fellow that he was,
stretched himself out on a mountain side to watch.

"That new workman of mine," he bellowed, calling the attention of
a neighbor giant to Odin at work in the field; "do you see him down
there among the corn? He says he can do nine men's work."

"A workman usually thinks himself equal to any nine other workingmen,"
roared back the neighbor. "Of course you have agreed to give him nine
men's wages?"

Then the two giants roared with laughter. They thought they had said
a very bright thing, and very likely they had. It is only because
you and I are mere earth-children that we do not think so too.

As the days went on, Bauge began to laugh less and to wonder more at
his strange workman. He worked on quietly from sunrise till sunset. He
did not seem to hurry in his work; he did not work over hours. But,
strange to say, the work went on, as the workman had promised. No
nine men could have done more or could have done it better.

It was harvest time when Odin came; the time when Frey, the god of
the fields and of all that grows, glides around among his children
and covers them over, or gathers in their wealth and beauty. Like the
kind, loving father he is, he whispers to them now of Njord who so
soon will come, sweeping across the earth, breathing his cold freezing
breath upon all the world, and covering it over with the cold white
sheet that kills the flowers and the fruits. He teaches his children
to curl themselves up beneath the earth until the cruel Njord is
gone. For Njord seeks to kill the tiny leaves and buds, and shrivel
the radiant flowers, that, through all the long warm summer days,
have lifted their faces so brightly to their good friend, the Sun-god.

Perhaps it was because Frey and Odin worked together that there were
such rare crops, and that the harvesting went on so smoothly. Certain
it was that all the fields were cleared, the cellars were filled,
and all was ready for the long, cold months to come, when cruel Njord
was king.

Even Bauge was in good humor. "You are indeed a wonderful workman," he
said to Odin, as the last cellar was fastened and he sat down to rest.

"You are kind," answered Odin, the funny little twinkle coming again
into his eyes. "Perhaps you would be willing to come with me now to
your brother, that I may drink from the cask of wine that he keeps
so closely guarded in his cellar."

Bauge began to feel uncomfortable. "He will not allow either you or
me to so much as look upon that wine. You cannot have it."

"Bauge," said Odin, growing very tall and godlike, his wonderful eyes
flashing with a light like fire, "you promised to do all you could
to help me. Come and do as I bid you."

Bauge stared. His first thought was to kill the workman on the spot:
but there was a something about him, he hardly knew what, that made
him, instead, rise and follow Odin to the brother's castle.

"Tell me which cellar holds the wine," said Odin when they had reached
the brother's mountain.

"This one," answered Bauge.

"Now take this augur. Make a hole with it through the solid wall."

Bauge obeyed like one in a dream. It was a magic augur. How it
worked! How the powdered stone flew in a cloud about his face!

"This is a very--" Bauge stopped. What had become of his workman? Not
a soul was in sight. Odin had disappeared. And to this day the giant
never knew what became of him, nor does his brother know who stole
his wine from the cellar.

The stupid Bauge stood staring, now at the augur, now at the hole
in the wall. He saw a little worm climb up the wall and disappear
through the hole. That is all he ever saw or ever knew.

The little worm laughed to itself as it crept in out of sight. "You
are very stupid, Bauge, not to know me."

Reaching the inner side of the wall, the little worm stopped to look
about. There stood the cask; and beside it sat the daughter of the
giant. "Poor girl," said Odin--I mean, said the worm--to himself. "It
is a bitter fate to be doomed to sit forever in this wretched dungeon
watching your father's stolen treasure. But be happy. Soon you will
be free. There will be no wine to watch."

The young giantess must have heard his words. For she looked up. There,
just in front of the hole, the ray of light falling full upon his
golden hair, stood a most beautiful youth. He looked so kindly upon
her, and his eyes were so full of pity!

Her heart went out to him at once.

"I am very tired," said he gently. "So very tired. I have come a long,
long distance. My home is far from here. I cannot tell you how far--but
very, very far. If you would give me just one draught from the cask
of wine."

The poor girl, grateful for the sound of a friendly voice, and for
the sight of a human face, arose and lifted the lid for him.

Odin leaned over the cask. He put his lips to the wine and drank.

"You are very thirsty," said the giantess.

"Very," answered Odin, drinking on and on.

"You are very thirsty," said the giantess again.

"Very," answered Odin, still drinking on and on and on.

"You are very thirsty," said the giantess again; this time louder,
her voice filled with fear.

"Very," answered Odin, still drinking on and on and on and on. Nor
did he stop till every drop was gone and the cask stood dry and empty.

The young giantess, realizing all too late that the wine was stolen,
ran to the cellar gateway, shouting as only a giant can shout for help.

The gateway flew open. In rushed the giants, Bauge and his brother.

"The wine! the wine!" they cried.

"Stolen, stolen!" sobbed the giantess, her sobs shaking even the
solid cellar walls.

"The thief! The thief!" cried the giants. "Where is the thief?"

But there was no thief to be found. There stood the empty cask. But
the thief? There was no living creature to be seen.

No living creature? I should not have said quite that. For there arose
from a darkened corner of the cellar a beautiful, great white bird. Its
wings brushed against the sides of the gateway as it passed. Then
higher and higher, up, up, far, far away beyond the sea, above the
clouds it soared, nor rested till its great wings beat against the
golden bars of the shining gates of Asgard.



VII.

LOKE'S THEFT.


Thor was the son of Odin. He was a brave young god; and when the frost
giants came sweeping down upon the shining city, none were more brave
to fight for the protection of Asgard, the beautiful home of the gods,
than Thor, the son of Odin.

There was another son, Loke. A cruel, wicked, idle, evil-hearted god
was he, the sorrow of his father Odin, the grief of his mother Frigg,
and the terror of all the gods and goddesses.

Over this son the great Odin wept often bitter tears. More bitter
still since he had drunk from the Well of Wisdom; for since then
knowing, as he did, all things past and future, he knew that a
day was yet to come, when, because of this wicked Loke, the light
would go out from the earth; damp and cold and darkness would fall
upon the shining city; the frost giants would overcome the gods;
and there would come an end to all life. Nor was there any escape
nor hope for any help. This fate, the Norns had decreed should be;
and through the evil-hearted Loke it was to come.

In the golden hall of the gods dwelt Thor; and with him, his beautiful
wife, Sif. Of all the goddesses there was none like her. Her eyes
were of heaven's own blue; and the light in them was borrowed from
the stars. Her hair was of yellow, yellow gold; and as it lay massed
above her pure white brow, it vied with the golden light of harvest
time in softness and rich, deep color.

One happy peaceful day, when there was no danger abroad, and rest and
peace had spread themselves above the halls of the city of Asgard, Sif
lay sleeping. The Sungod's covering of soft warm rays fell upon her,
and the leaves of Ygdrasil had spread themselves above her in tender,
loving protection.

Loke, the idle one, angry and revengeful, as he always was, when
happiness and rest and peace had driven out sorrow and care, paced
angrily up and down the golden streets, his deep black frowns darkening
even the clear, white light of heaven.

He came upon the beautiful sleeping wife of Thor.

"I hate my brother," he hissed through his cruel teeth. "And how
proud he is of this golden hair of Sif's."

The wicked light flashed from his deep black eyes. Softly, like a
thief, he crept towards the sleeping Sif. He seized the golden hair in
his hand. A cruel smile shone over his evil face. "Boast now of your
beauty, O Sif," he sneered. "Boast now of your Sif's golden hair,
O Thor," he growled. And with one great sweep of his shining knife,
he cut from the beautiful head the whole mass of gold.

It was late when Sif awoke. The leaves of Ygdrasil were moaning for
the cruel deed. The Sun was sinking sorrowfully below the distant
mountain peaks.

"O my gold! my gold!" sobbed Sif. "O who has stolen from me in my
sleep my gold? O Thor, Thor! You were so proud of the gold. It was
for you I prized it,--my beautiful, beautiful gold!"

At that second the voice of Thor was heard. His heavy call echoed
across the skies and pealed from cloud to cloud. He was angry; for
he had heard Sif's bitter cry and felt some harm had come to her.

"It is Loke that has done this," he thundered; and again his voice
rolled from cloud to cloud. The very mountain peaks across the sea
in the country of the Frost giants rocked and reeled. The waters
foamed and tossed; the scorching lightnings flashed from his eyes;
the whole sky was as one great sheet of fire.

The earth-children trembled as they had never trembled before. Even
Loke, shivering with fear, cowered behind the golden pillars of the
great arched gateway.

"Forgive me, forgive me!" wailed he, as Thor flashed his great white
light upon him.

"Out from your hiding place, O coward! Out! Out, or my thunderbolts
shall strike you dead."

"Spare me, spare me!" groaned Loke. "Only spare me, and I will go
down into the earth where the dwarfs do dwell--"

"Go!" thundered Thor, not waiting for the wretched god to finish. "Go,
and bring back to me a crown of golden threads, woven and spun in the
smithies of the dwarfs, that shall be as beautiful, and ten thousand
times more beautiful, than the golden crown you have stolen from
the head of Sif. Go to them, tell them what you have done, and never
again enter the shining gateway of the city of our Father Odin until
you bring the crown."

Loke slunk away, the thunders of the wrath of Thor slowly, slowly
following him. The lightnings flashed dully across the skies. The
low rumbling of thunder, distant but threatening, warned Loke that
the wrath of Thor was not appeased, neither would it be, nor would
there be any return to Asgard for the evil doer, until the crown of
gold was won.



VIII.

THOR'S HAMMER.


It was away down in the underground caves, and beneath the roaring
waters of the rivers, and deep in the hearts of the mountains that
these dwarf workmen dwelt, and worked their smithies, and spun their
gold and brass.

"Make me a crown of gold for Sif the wife of Thor," snarled Loke,
bursting in upon the workshop of the dwarfs.

The dwarfs were ugly little creatures, with crooked legs, and crooked
backs. Their eyes were black, wicked little beads of eyes, and their
hearts were malicious and sometimes cruel. But they were the willing
and ready slaves of the gods; and so, at even this ill-natured command
from Loke, they set themselves to work.

The coals burned and blazed; the forges puffed and blew; the little
workmen moulded and turned and spun their gold. Hardly had the Sun-god
lifted his head above the castles of the frost giants, hardly had his
light fallen upon the rich colors of the rainbow bridge, when Loke
came forth from the underground caves, the shining crown in his hand.

Quickly he rose high in the air and stood before the gates of the city.

"Have you brought the crown?" thundered Thor from within the gates.

"I have brought the crown," answered Loke in triumph. "And more
than that," added he, when the gates had been opened to him, "I have
brought as gifts from the dwarfs, a ship that will sail on land or
sea and a spear that never fails. O there are no such workmen among
any dwarfs as these who made the spear, the ship and the crown."

"You boast of what you do not know," croaked Brok, a little dwarf
who stood near by.

"Who says I do not know?" cried Loke, turning sharply.

"I say you do not know," croaked the little dwarf again, his beadlike
eyes snapping angrily, his whole crooked frame quivering with rage. "I
have a brother, a workman in brass and gold, who can make gifts more
pleasing to the gods than any you have brought."

Loke looked down upon the little dwarf in scorn. "Go to your brother,"
he sneered, "and bring to us the wonderful things you think he can
make. Bring us one gift more wonderful than these I have, or more
acceptable to Odin and Thor, and I will give your brother my head to
pay him for his efforts." Then Loke roared with laughter, believing
that he had made a rare, rich joke.

Hardly had the roars of laughter died away, when Brok, gliding
down the rainbow bridge with a swiftness equalled only by the
lightning, sprang into Midgard, and was making his way towards the
great mountain, beneath which worked the forges of his brother,
the master-workman--Sindre.

"Some one cometh," said the dwarfs, pausing in their work to listen,
their busy hammers in mid-air.

"Fear not," answered Brok, his harsh voice echoing down the great
halls. "It is I--Brok--and I come to demand of you that now, if never
again, you do your best; for Loke boasts to the gods of Asgard that
no dwarfs in all the caverns of the under-world can make one gift
more wonderful or more acceptable to Odin than those he brings--a
crown of gold, a ship that will sail on land or sea, and a spear that
never fails!"

A terrible roar burst forth from the hosts of angry dwarfs. "We will
see! We will see!" they thundered. And seizing their hammers they set
to work. The great forges blazed. The sparks flew. The smoke poured
forth from the mountain top. Loke, looking out from the shining city,
trembled. Well did he know the workmanship of these dwarfs of Brok;
and well did he know how rash had been his scornful promise to the
angry little dwarf.

"We will make a hammer for Thor," said Sindre, the greatest among
the workmen in this under world; "a hammer, that when thrown from
his mighty hand, shall ring through all the heavens. A trail of fire
shall follow it. Its aim shall never fail; and it shall carry death
and destruction wherever it falls.

"Blow thou the bellows, Brok; and I myself will mould the hammer from
the red hot iron."

With Brok at the bellows, the very mountain rocked, and Midgard for
miles about was ablaze with the blaze of light from the mountain top.

"This shall not be," snarled Loke. And rushing down from Asgard he
crouched outside the great, black cave to listen.

"A hammer for Thor!" Those were the words he heard. The ugly face grew
uglier. An instant, and there was no Loke at the cavern mouth; but
instead, a poisonous, stinging gadfly, whose green back glistened, and
whose shining wings buzzed and hummed with cruelty and revenge. There
was a hard, ringing tone of defiance in their singing, and the tone
was like that of the voice of Loke himself.

"You shall drop the bellows," buzzed the gadfly bitterly, as it
alighted upon the neck of Brok.

It was a cruel sting; and its poison forced, even from the sturdy Brok,
a cry of pain.

"I know you. It is Loke," he cried; "but I will not drop the bellows
though you sting me through and through and with a thousand stings!"

The gadfly buzzed with rage. Straight towards the hand upon the bellows
it darted. Brok groaned again. His face grew pale; he quivered with the
pain; still he held the mighty bellows and worked the roaring forge.

"You will not!" hissed the gadfly; and again it drove its poison sting,
this time straight between the eyes of the suffering dwarf. And now
Brok staggered. His hands relaxed their hold. Blinded with pain, he
dropped the bellows. The blood ran down his face. The gadfly still
hummed and buzzed.

"You have nearly spoiled it," cried Sindre. "Why did you drop the
bellows? See how short the handle is! And how rough! But it cannot be
helped now; nor will its terror be any less to Loke. Ha, ha, I would
have made it handsome; but there is a power in it that shall make
even the gods tremble in all the ages to come. Hurry away with it,
and place it in Thor's mighty hands. And here are other gifts. Take
them all, and bring me Loke's head. He has promised. Surely even he
must keep his word, wicked and deceitful though he is."

Brok seized the hammer, and, with the gifts, hurried up through the
dark cavern, out into the light of Midgard, up the rainbow bridge,
and, with triumph in his swarthy face, sprang into the presence of
the great god Odin.

Loke roared with laughter at the sight of the awkward, clumsy hammer;
but there was a proud, confident look in the dwarf's shining eyes
that Loke did not like; and, coward that he was, his heart began
already to fail him.

"Let us see the gifts," said Odin, "that we may judge which workman
among the dwarfs has proved himself most wonderful."

"First of all," said Loke, coming forward, "Here is the golden crown
for Sif."

Eagerly Thor seized the crown, and placed it upon poor Sif's head.

"Wonderful! wonderful!" cried all the gods, for straightway the golden
hair began to grow to Sif's head, and in a second it was as if her
golden locks had never been stolen from her.

"To you, O Odin," said the dwarf, now coming forward, "I give this
ring of gold. It is a magic ring; and each night it will cast off
from itself another ring, as pure and as heavy, as round and as large
as itself."

"What is that," sneered Loke, "compared with this? See, O Father Odin,
I bring you a magic spear. Accept this, my second gift. It is a magic
spear that never fails."

"But behold my second gift," interrupted Brok. "It is a boar of
wonderful strength. It, too, is magic. No horse can run, no bird can
fly with such speed. It travels both on land and sea; and in the night
its bristles shine with such a light, that it matters not how dense
the blackness, the forest or the plain will be as bright as noonday."

"I, too, have a gift that will travel on land or sea," cried Loke,
pushing himself forward again. "See, it is a ship. And not only will
it travel on land or sea, but it can lift itself and sail like a bird
above the clouds and through the air."

"It will be hard indeed to say which gift is greatest," said Odin
kindly.

"Look now, O, Odin, and Frigg and Thor and Sif and all the gods, at
this the last of my three gifts. This hammer, O Thor, I bring to you,
the god of thunder. Strike with it, and your thunders shall echo and
re-echo from cloud to cloud as never they were heard before. Thrown
into the air or at a foe, like Loke's spear, it shall never miss
its aim; but, more than that, it shall return always to the hand of
Thor. No foe can conceal it, no foe can destroy it. It will never
fail thee, O Thor, thou god of thunder."

"But what a clumsy handle," sneered Loke, who already began to fear
the hammer was to win the favor of the gods.

"Yes," answered Brok, "the handle is clumsy and it is short. But none
knows better than you why it is so."

Loke colored and moved uneasily. "Do not think," continued Brok,
"that I do not know it was you who sent the poisonous gadfly to sting
and bite me as I worked at the blazing forge, pounding out the brass
and gold from which this hammer is made.

"You thought to pain me into giving up this contest, you coward! you
evil one! you boaster!

"When the handle was welded just so far, you drove the gadfly into my
eye. I could not see to finish the work; but although the handle is
short and clumsy, the magic power is there, and with it in his hand,
no power in earth or among the frost giants even can overcome our
great god Thor."

A ringing shout of joy arose from the gods. Thor swung his hammer over
his head and threw it far out against the clouds. The thunder rolled,
the clouds filled with blackness, and the lightnings flashed, as the
magic hammer, humming through the air, came back to the hands of Thor.

"Now give me my wager," cried Brok. "I was promised the head of Loke."

"Take it," laughed Loke. "Take it."

Brok drew near. "I will take it," he hissed through his set teeth; "and
a rich day will it be both in Midgard and in Asgard when your miserable
head is bound down in the home of the dwarfs of the underground world."

"But halt," commanded Loke. "My head you may have; but you must not
touch my neck. One drop of blood from that, and you forfeit your life."

Brok stood for a moment white with anger. He knew that he was
foiled. Then springing forward, he thundered, "I may not touch your
neck; but see, I have my revenge." And so, falling upon Loke, who
struggled, but struggled in vain, he whipped from his mantle a thong
and thread of brass; and before even Loke knew what had been done,
he had sewed, firm together, the lying boasting lips of the evil god,
Loke, the wicked-hearted son of Odin.



XI.

THE THEFT OF THE HAMMER.


It was to the sweet and loving god Baldur that the earth owed its
warmth and beauty, its rich fruit and its rare harvests. How the frost
giants hated Baldur, and how they struggled year after year to wrest
the earth from him!

They hated the warmth Baldur brought with him, for it destroyed
their power. They hated the sweet flowers and the soft grass and
the tiny leaves that everywhere peeped out when the winds whispered,
"Baldur is coming, Baldur is coming."

But no sooner had Baldur turned away and said, "Good-bye, dear Earth,
for a little time, remember Baldur loves you and will come back again
to you," than the frost giants would creep out from their mountain
gorges, and burst forth upon the fields and forests.

The tiny bubbling brooks they would seal with their cruel chains of
ice; even the great rivers could not hold their freedom against the
giant power.

Like angry fiends they would seize upon the leaves and tear them from
the trees. The tiny flowers hung their heads and shriveled with fear
when they approached; nor were the frost giants content until the
whole earth lay brown and cold and barren beneath their hand. Then,
all beauty swept away, they covered over all, their silent sheet of
snow, and stood, grim sentinels, cold and hard, guarding their work
of destruction and desolation.

There was deep silence when the frost giants reigned; no sound was
heard save the sad moaning among the branches of the forest, as the
firs and pine trees bent towards each other and whispered of the days
when Baldur shone upon them.

But the frost giants never yet had conquered; never yet had Baldur
failed to return to the trees and flowers and rivers and streams that
he loved so well.

At his first step upon the ice, a crackling sound was heard--a sound
which awoke the sleeping earth and warned the frost giants to flee
to their mountains.

"Baldur has come! Baldur has come!" the birds and every living thing
would cry; and a rustle and sound of music would thrill the waiting
earth.

Then came always a mighty battle. The frost giants lashed the waters
and rocked the trees. The winds shrieked, the sky grew cold and
black. The snows fell and the driving rain beat against the earth. But
Baldur, the quiet, firm, loving Baldur always conquered. How, he
himself could hardly tell. He did not fight; he did not storm. He
only bent his shining face over the struggling earth and waited.

Little by little, when their fury was spent, the frost giants, defiant
but conquered, retreated. The great sheets of ice broke up, and the
rivers rushed forth singing their mad songs of joy and freedom. The
snows faded away, and one by one the little flowers peeped forth again.

All now was happiness and warmth and fragrance; the flowers bloomed;
the fruits turned mellow; the sky grew warm; and the pines and fir
trees breathed deep sighs of rest and contentment that once again
sweet Baldur was among them.

And not only did the frost giants hate Baldur, but they hated Frey,
who often robbed them of the fruits and flowers they loved to breathe
their bitter breath upon and kill. Thor, too, they hated; for with
his magic hammer, he now, more than ever, loved to bring forth the
lightnings and the thunder, and to send down upon the earth refreshing
showers of soft, warm rain.

As the frost giants scowled down from their icy castles, and saw the
little flowers turn up their happy faces to drink in the sparkling
drops, and heard the birds trill their happy songs, and smelled the
rich fragrance of the damp firs and pines, they roared with anger
and vexation.

"Let us revenge ourselves upon this insolent Thor who robs us of our
rights," they bellowed to each other across the great valleys that
separated their giant peaks.

"We can do nothing so long as he holds the magic hammer," growled one.

"We must steal the hammer from him," shouted another.

"Steal the hammer! Steal the hammer!" shouted all the giants until
the very skies echoed with the words.

"And I will be the one to steal it," bellowed Thrym, the strongest
and greatest giant of them all.

"And, moreover, I will go at once to the city of Asgard. The gods
are asleep. With my great eye, I can see even now the hammer lying
beside the sleeping Thor. Guard my castle. I am gone."

And putting on the guise of a great bird, Thrym spread his wings and
flew across the black night to Asgard. The gods shivered in their
sleep as he entered and breathed his breath upon the summer air of
heaven, but knew not what had chilled them.

In the morning there was a heavy frost upon the gateways. There was
a chill in the air. For Thrym, the frost giant, had crept in upon
them. He had crept even to the hall in which the mighty Thor was
sleeping. He had crept close beside the mighty god--and the magic
hammer was gone.



XII.

THE FINDING OF THE HAMMER.


"My hammer! My hammer!" thundered Thor, awaking and finding it gone.

The gods in all Asgard awoke with a start.

"What a crash of thunder! So quick, so sharp!" cried the earth-people;
for they did not know it was a cry of rage from Thor.

"Loke," thundered Thor again. "Put you on wings. Go you to the home
of the Frost giants and bring back my hammer. Some one of them has
stolen it. Go! Go! I say."

And Loke, who had been a very obedient servant to Thor since his
theft of the golden hair of Sif, put on the magic wings and fled away.

"What brings you here in the land of the Frost giants?" growled Thrym,
as Loke alighted before him.

"I have come for the hammer you have stolen from Thor," answered
Loke boldly, seeing at once, from the jeering look in Thrym's eye,
that he was the thief.

"You will never find it," sneered Thrym. "It is well hidden; but I
will send it back to you if Odin will send me Freyja for my wife."

Loke begged and coaxed and threatened; but it was all of no
avail. "Never," bellowed Thrym, "until you send Freyja to me."

"She shall go," thundered Thor, when Loke came back to
Asgard. "Whatever the price, the hammer must be brought back. Asgard
is not safe without it."

But Freyja was as fierce as had been Thrym himself. "I will not go,"
she insisted. "Never! Never! Never will I go!"

"I say you must," thundered Thor. But although Thor's thunders were
terrible and his frown was deep and inky black, Freyja was not to be
moved either by pleading or threatening.

"Go yourself," said she. "Dress yourself as a goddess and go." Nor
would she listen even to another word. Thor thundered and rumbled
and rolled. It was all of no avail. Freyja was a goddess and would
not be driven.

"I will go," said Thor at last. "Bring me a bridal dress. Hang a
necklace around my neck. Bind a bridal veil about my head. The giants
are as stupid as they are large; and I will set forth in the name of
Freyja to meet the giant Thrym."

Thor was quickly dressed, and the bridal party set forth across
the sky in the chariot of the Sungod. How the thunder rolled! How
the lightnings flashed from the angry eyes of Thor! How he grumbled
and rumbled!

Jotunheim was reached. The Sungod lowered his chariot behind the
hills; and a soft, red light spread over the earth and sky as the
bridal party entered the castle of the giant Thrym.

"Freyja has come! Freyja has come!" bellowed Thrym. "Come, come,
everyone to the bridal feast! Come, come to the feast of Thrym and
Freyja!"

The giants in all the mountains round about answered to the call
of Thrym. An hour, and the huge castle was filled with the huge
guests. A great feast was held. But through it all Thor sat silent
and motionless. Indeed, he dared not move; he dared not speak lest
the thunder burst forth from his lips, or the lightning shoot forth
from his eyes.

"Now lift the veil from Freyja's face," bellowed Thrym, when all save
the bride herself had eaten and drank their fill. "Let me see the
eyes of my bride. Let us all look upon the face of my goddess bride."

"Not yet," whispered Loke coming forward; "it was the command of Thor
that the veil should not be lifted, nor should you claim Freyja for
your own, until the hammer was placed in her hand, to be returned to
the gods."

"Bring in the hammer! Bring in the hammer!" roared Thrym, full of loud,
good humor.

The hammer was brought. Hardly could Thor wait to have it placed in
his hand.

His thunder began to rumble. There was a dangerous light in his eyes;
but Thrym and the guests saw none of this. But hardly was the hammer
within his reach when forth Thor sprang, seized it in his clutched
fingers, tore aside the bridal veil, and with a rumble and a roar that
shook the mountains of Jotunheim and razed the great stone castles
to the ground, he poured out his lightnings upon the giants, one and
all. Right and left he swung the mighty weapon; the giants quaked and
trembled with terror; Thrym ran and hid himself behind a mountain;
the air was white with lightning; the hills rang with the crashings of
the thunder; the seas lashed and foamed and answered back the echoes;
the walls of Jotunheim shook and trembled.

And now the chariot of the Sungod was near at hand. Into it Thor and
Loke leaped, and were borne back to the city of the gods. The hammer
was restored. Again Thor held it in his mighty grasp. He held it,
and Asgard once more was safe.



XIII.

THE APPLES OF LIFE.

Part I.


Among the gods in Asgard, dwelt the beautiful Idun, the goddess whose
care it was to guard the apples of life.

"Idun," Odin had said as he gave into her hands the rosy apples,
"to guard these apples and keep them forever from all harm, is to do a
greater service for Asgard than even Thor, with his mighty thunders,
or Baldur, with his warm light, can do; for these are the apples of
everlasting youth. Without them, what would Asgard be more than the
cities of Midgard or of Jotunheim? What would the gods be more than
the mortals of Midgard or the giants of Jotunheim? So guard them well,
beautiful Idun, for to them you owe your beauty, even as we owe to
them our never fading youth."

One day, when all was quiet and peaceful and happy in the city of
Asgard, Loke, feeling within him the stirring of his own evil heart,
betook himself to Midgard in search of mischief. The peace and quiet
of Asgard he could no longer endure. Then, too, it was to him a cruel
delight to shoot his arrows into the lives of the helpless children
of Midgard and make them sad.

O, Loke was a cruel god! "Surely," Odin would sometimes say, as he
looked upon him and thought of the wretchedness that yet would fall
on Asgard through Loke's wicked deeds, "surely, Loke has the spirit of
a Frost giant; and the Frost giants are bitter, bitter foes to Asgard."

This day Loke longed for mischief. "I will go down to Midgard and
find some happy heart to sadden," said he, his eyes shining with
their wicked light.

Down the rainbow bridge he hastened, and, with a light bound, sprang
upon a bright tree in the beautiful land of Midgard.

"Who are you?" cried he, seeing in the tree beside him a great,
white bird.

But the bird made no reply; he only winked, and blinked, and stared
at Loke, and crooned, and pruned his feathers.

"Do you not know a god speaks to you?" stormed Loke, growing angry
even with a bird.

Still no answer.

"Was ever there such a stupid bird? Indeed, like the people of Midgard,
you seem to have no wisdom," sneered Loke. And determined to vent
his evil mood, he seized a branch and began to beat the bird.

Then a strange thing happened. The bird, who all this time had seemed
so stupid--too stupid even to fly away--now seized upon the bough and
held it fast. Loke pulled and pulled with all his godlike strength. He
could not move it; it was as if held in the grasp of a giant.

"Stupid bird!" sneered Loke, when he found he could do the bird no
harm. "I will not stay in the tree with such a stupid creature."

A strange sound--almost like a laugh of triumph--squeezed itself out
from the beak of the big bird.

"Go, Loke, go at once. Go back to Asgard; or perhaps you would like
to go with me to Jotunheim," spoke the bird at last. And as he spoke,
he spread his wings, and arose high in the air. Alas, alas for Loke,
as the bird rose, he rose too; nor could he free himself. He screamed,
he fought, he begged, he strove with all his godlike arts to free
himself, but all in vain.

On, on they flew, the bird and Loke, across the sky, over and under
and between the clouds, across the great wide sea, at last across the
snow-white peaks, down, down to a castle in Jotunheim, in the land of
the mighty Frost giants, the terrible, the dreaded enemies of the gods.

"Let me free! Let me free!" foamed Loke, struggling against the bird,
whose magic held him fast.

"I will never let you free," answered the bird, throwing off his
disguise and standing forth a giant foe; "I will never let you free
except on one condition."

"I grant it! I grant it! Whatever it is, I grant it," cried the coward,
caring for nothing but to free himself.

"The condition is this," continued the giant coolly: "I will let you
free if you will bring me, without delay, the apples of everlasting
youth--the apples that Idun guards and watches over, locked so closely
in the golden casket in the city of Asgard."

Loke stared. He caught his breath. To give up the apples of life--the
fruit by which the gods were kept forever young and strong and
beautiful,--that was too great a thing to ask even of Loke, evil as
he was.

"There are no such apples," answered he, trying, as cowards always do,
to hide himself behind a lie. "There are no such apples."

"Very well," answered the giant, opening a great dungeon door, and
thrusting Loke in. "When you are ready to do what I say, you may
come out; never until then." The great dungeon door creaked upon its
terrible hinges and Loke was alone, a prisoner, at the mercy of the
Frost giant.

Loke howled and beat against the walls of the dungeon.

"Are you ready to do what I asked of you?" asked the Frost giant,
opening the great door the next morning.

"There are no such apples," cried Loke. "On my honor as a god,
I swear it!"

The giant made no reply. The heavy door creaked again, and Loke
was alone.

"Are you ready to do what I asked of you?" asked the Frost giant,
opening the great door the second morning.

"Anything in all Asgard, O Giant, I promise you--anything but the
apples," cried Loke.

The giant made no reply. The heavy door creaked again, and Loke
was alone.

"Are you willing to do what I asked of you?" asked the Frost giant,
opening the great door the third morning.

"One of the apples, O Giant, I might steal from Idun and escape with
before the fruit was missed," Loke began.

The giant made no reply. The heavy door creaked again and Loke
was alone.

"Are you ready to do what I asked of you?" asked the Frost giant,
opening the great door the fourth morning.

"Yes, two of the three apples will I promise to bring you. With even
one left, the gods might be content; for even then their lives would
be far longer than the life of mortals."

The giant made no reply. The heavy door creaked again and Loke
was alone.

"Are you ready to do what I asked of you?" asked the Frost giant,
opening the great door the fifth morning.

"Yes," answered Loke, meekly.

"You are willing to bring the apples of life?"

"Yes."

"And you will bring all three of them?"

"Yes."

"And you will bring them at once?"

"Yes."

"Go, then. I will go with you. Outside the walls of the shining city
I will wait for you to bring the apples to me."

Then putting on the guise of birds, the two set forth, reaching the
gateway of the city just as the Sungod was pouring down his flood
of red and golden light upon the shining spires. The whole city lay
bathed in the sunset splendor.

"Idun," said Loke, going directly to her, "it is well you guard so
closely these golden apples of life. Without them we should grow old
and die, even as wretched mortals grow old and die."

"Indeed, it would fare ill with us if harm came to these precious
apples," answered Idun. "See the rich bloom upon them. If that were
lost, then would our bloom be lost as well, and we should grow old
and wrinkled."

"Yes," answered Loke; "and still--it seems very strange--but outside
the gate of our city, just on the outer walls, are growing apples,
looking so like these I cannot tell them one from the other. Bring
your apples with you and let us see if they are alike. If they should
prove to be, then I will gather them for you, and we will put them
all together in the golden casket."

"How strange!" thought Idun innocently.

The Frost giant, in his great bird guise, wheeled round and round,
impatiently awaiting the coming of Idun and the apples. Hardly had
the gates closed upon her, when down he swooped, seized her in his
great strong beak, and flew with her across the sea to his home among
the mountains.

The days rolled on and on. The Sungod rose, and drove his chariot
across the sky, and sank behind the distant purple hills a thousand
times.

There was a gloom, a shadow over Asgard; for the gods were growing
old. The life had gone out of their eyes; their smooth round faces
had grown thin and peaked; their step was halting, and the feebleness
of age was falling upon them.

"It is Loke who has done this," thundered Thor one day, when, from old
age and weakness, he had been defeated in a battle with the now ever
youthful giants. "It is Loke who has done this, and we will bear it
no longer. Look at Odin; even he grows weak and bent and trembling. He
is like the old men in Midgard. He, Odin, the All-father."

Thor's indignation waxed stronger and stronger. He set forth in search
of Loke. "I will not even wait for him to come," he thundered, seizing
his hammer and setting forth. "I shall find him, the evil-hearted,
somewhere making mischief among the innocent people of Midgard,"
said he.



XIV.

THE APPLES OF LIFE.

Part II.


"Henceforth, O evil-hearted, cruel Loke," burst forth the angry Thor,
"henceforth Thor guards the walls of Asgard. Midgard, the skies, he
shall forsake; no more will he brew storms; never shall the thunder
roll nor the lightnings flash; for Thor will watch forever upon the
battlements of Asgard the approach of the evil god who has brought such
grief upon us. Never shall he enter the gates of the city again. Let
him dare approach even to the golden gates, and Thor will smite him
with his mighty hammer."

Loke quailed before the fury of the great god Thor. To be an outcast
from Asgard, even he could not bear. "Spare me, spare me!" whined the
cowardly Loke. "Spare me once more, and I will go again to Jotunheim. I
will bring back Idun and the three apples of life."

Thor stood looking at the cowardly Loke. He longed to strike him
with the hammer; to kill him with his thunder bolt; to scorch him
with his lightning arrows. But, evil as he was, Loke was immortal;
he was the son of Odin.

"Go, then, you mischief-making, evil-hearted son of unhappy Odin! Go;
and whether success is yours or not, remember Thor guards the walls of
Asgard and watches with his thunders for your return. Never, never,
as long as Thor wields the mighty hammer, and holds the powers of
thunder and lightning, shall Loke enter the golden city without the
golden apples of immortal life."

Without another word, Loke put on his guise of a great white bird
and sped across the sea and sky, again to the land of Jotunheim.

Straight down he swooped upon the castle of the giant who, all this
time, had kept Idun imprisoned in a strong walled tower of solid rock.

The giant was out upon the sea. "And it is well for me," thought Loke,
"that he is. No power in Midgard or in Asgard could wrest these
precious apples from the giant's grasp."

One quick look out over the mountains and down upon the sea, and Loke
seized Idun in his talons, changed her at once into a nut, the apples
safe within the shell, and swept away towards Asgard.

But alas for Loke! The giant had heard the whirr of the great white
wings. Leaping to his feet in his boat, he scanned the sky with his
sharp giant eye. "It is Loke! It is Loke!" bellowed he, catching
sight of the great white bird among the clouds. "It is Loke! It is
Loke! No bird of Midgard flies so high nor sweeps the air with such
mighty wings."

With one great giant pull, he shot his boat upon the shore; with one
great giant bound he struck the mountain top.

"The apples of life! the apples of life!" he thundered. "Gone!
gone! The apples of life are gone!"

One second, and putting on the guise of a great grey eagle he shot
up into the sky in swift pursuit of Loke. The Sungod hid his chariot
behind a cloud that the shadows might protect and cover Loke. Thor
sent forth his thunder. The skies blackened; the wind beat back the
great grey eagle; the lightnings staggered and blinded him. Still on
and on he flew, gaining in spite of all upon the track of Loke.

Every eye in Asgard was strained; every giant in Jotunheim stood
breathless upon his mountain. The great round faces of the giants
grew tense; the wrinkled aged faces of the gods grew pale. It was a
terrible race. It was a race for life and health and everlasting youth.

"Build fires upon the walls! Heap up the brush! Stand ready with the
tapers!" cried Odin, who foresaw the end.

The brush is heaped. Each god stands ready, his haggard face growing
whiter and thinner with fright and dread and eagerness.

Already the rush of Loke's wings are heard. The eagle follows
close. Nearer and nearer they come, closer and closer is the race. One
moment more!--One second!--The frightened eyes of Loke can be seen, so
near he is. Thor sends his blinding fire once more across the eagle's
track. It reels, for an instant it falls back. In that one second, with
one last mighty stroke, Loke clears the walls and falls, exhausted,
breathless, almost dead upon the golden pavement of the city.

"The fires! the fires! the fires!" cried Odin. An instant, and there
rises from the walls great sheets of blaze. The brush crackles and
snaps and sends up great tongues of fire. The eagle, angry, desperate,
and blinded by the lightning sweeps on, straight towards them. Like
a foolish moth, he bears down upon the city, into the very heart
of the blaze. A sudden crackling, a cry of pain, a cloud of black,
black smoke, and the great grey eagle falls a helpless mass upon the
pavement beside the breathless Loke.

The haggard faces flush with hope and joy. The apples are safe. Idun
has come back, the apples again are theirs, and life and joy and
eternal youth once more are with them.

Now the goddess of music bursts forth again in song; the god of poetry
pours forth his melody; a feast is spread, and the gods and goddesses
once more eat of the wonderful apples of life. The color comes back
into their faded cheeks; light again flashes from their eyes. Youth and
health and strength are theirs again. Peace reigns once more in Asgard.



XV.

LOKE'S WOLF.


Although the Apples of Life had been brought back, and although Loke
appeared for some time very penitent and willing to obey the laws
of the kind Odin, the gods had little faith in him. More than that,
so much had they suffered, that now they were in constant fear of
him. "We never know," plead Freyja and Sif and Idun, all of whom had
good reason to fear him, "what mischief he may be planning."

And so it came about that Loke was driven forth from Asgard, as indeed
he deserved to be.

Straight to the home of the giants Loke went--he always had been a
giant at heart, the evil creature!--and was much more in harmony with
them in their thoughts and acts, than ever he had been with the gods
whom he claimed as his people.

But now that he was cast out from Asgard, and could no longer share its
beauties and its joys, he had but one wish--that was, to be revenged
upon the gods, to destroy them, and to ruin their golden city.

To do this he raised two dreadful creatures. Terrible monsters! Even
the gods shuddered as they looked upon them.

"Loke! Loke!" thundered Odin, looking down upon him in wrath that he
should dare such vengeance.

But Loke stood defiant. There was but one thing to be done, so the
gods thought; and that was to take these terrible creatures from
Loke's power.

"The serpent we will cast into the sea," said Thor. "But the wolf--what
shall we do with the wolf? Certainly he cannot be left to wander up
and down in Midgard. The sea would not hold him. Loke must not have
him in Jotunheim. What shall be done with him?"

"Kill him," said some.

"No," answered Odin. "To him Loke has given the gift of everlasting
life. He will not die as long as we the gods have life. There is
but one way left open to us; and that is to bring the wolf into
Asgard. Here we can watch him and keep him from much, if not all the
evil he would do."

And so the wolf--the Fenris-wolf he was called--was brought into the
home of the gods.

He was a dreadful creature to look upon. His eyes were like balls of
fire; and his fangs were white, and sharp, and cruel.

Every day he grew more terrible. Fiercer and fiercer he grew, and
larger and stronger and more dreadful to look upon.

"What is to be done with him?" asked Odin one day, his face white
with despair, as he looked upon the wolf, and realized what sorrow
by and by he would bring among them.

"Kill him!" cried one.

"Send him to Jotunheim," cried another.

"Chain him," thundered Thor. And indeed to chain him seemed really
the only thing that could be done with him.

"We will make the chains this night," said Thor. And at once the
great forge was set in motion. All night long Thor worked the forge,
hammering with his mighty hammer the links that should make a chain
to hold the Fenris-wolf.

Morning came. The gods were filled with hope as they saw the great heap
of iron. "Now we shall be safe. Now we shall be free," they said; "for
no creature living can break the irons that the god of Thunder forges."

The wolf growled and showed his wicked teeth as Thor approached and
threw the chain about him. He knew the gods hated him and feared
him. He knew, too, that, with his wondrous strength, even the chains
of Thor were not too strong for him to break.

So, snarling and showing his fangs and lashing his tail, he
allowed himself to be bound. "They are afraid of me," the cruel wolf
grinned. "And well they may be; there is a power in me that even they
do not yet dream of."

The chains were tightly fastened, and the gods waited eagerly for
the wolf to test his strength with them.

Now, the wolf knew well enough that there were no chains that could
hold him. "I will amuse myself," said he to himself, "by tormenting
the gods." So he glared at the chains with his fiery eyes, sniffed
here and there at them, lifted one paw and then the other, bit at
them with his sharp teeth, and clawed at them with his strong claws;
setting up now and then a howl that echoed, like the thunders of Thor,
from cloud to cloud across the skies.

The faces of the gods grew brighter and brighter. They looked at
each other and hope rose high in their hearts. "We are saved!" they
whispered to each other. "Hear how he howls! He knows he cannot break
chains forged in the smithy of the mighty Thor."

But Odin did not smile. He knew only too well that the wolf was
amusing himself; and that when the gods were least expecting it,
he would spring forth and shatter the links of the mighty chain,
even as a mortal might shatter a chain of straw.

"Conquered at last, you cruel Fenris-wolf!" thundered Thor, lifting
his hammer in scorn, to throw at the helpless wolf.

"The Fenris-wolf is never conquered," hissed the wolf; and with one
bound he leaped across the walls of Asgard, down, down across the
skies to Midgard, the links of the chains scattering like sparks of
fire as he flew through the air.

"See! See!" cried the people of Midgard, as they saw the fiery eyes
of Fenris gleam across the sky. "See! A star has fallen! A star has
fallen into the sea!" For the people of Midgard cannot understand
the wonders of the heavens and the mysteries of the gods.

The gods stood, wonder-struck. Their faces were pale with fright. The
brow of Thor grew black and stern. Odin looked pityingly upon them
all. "Lose not your courage," said he kindly. "The Fenris-wolf shall
yet be bound; and there shall yet remain to us ages upon ages of
happiness and freedom from his wicked power. Go now to the dwarfs
who work their forges in the great mines beneath the mountains of
Midgard. They shall make for you a magic chain that even Fenris
cannot break."

Hardly were the words out of Odin's mouth when Thor set forth upon
the wings of his own lightning, to the home of the dwarfs, to do the
bidding of Odin the All-wise.



XVI.

THE FENRIS WOLF.


With wonderful speed the chain was forged; and when the Sun-god lifted
his head above the hills, to send forth his light again across the
fields of Midgard, the first sight that greeted his return was Thor,
a great mass of golden coil within his hand, speeding up the rainbow
bridge to Asgard.

It was a tiny chain--hardly larger than a thread; but in it lay a
magic strength.

Entering the great golden gate, Thor saw the Fenris wolf, again
creeping stealthily up and down the streets.

Thor's hand shut tight upon the handle of his hammer. It was hard
to believe that a blow from the hammer would not slay the wicked
creature. For an instant Thor's face grew black. Then forcing a smile,
and showing to the wolf the mass of gold, he said, "Come Fenris;
come with me into the hall. There the gods are to meet and test our
strength upon this magic coil. Whoever breaks it, and so proves himself
the strongest, is to win a prize from the great All-father Odin."

The wolf stretched back his cruel lips, and showed his sharp fangs
of teeth. He did not speak; but his wicked grin said, "You do not
deceive the Fenris-wolf."

Together Thor and the Fenris-wolf entered the presence of Odin and
the gods and goddesses.

"I have," said Thor, "a magic coil. It is very strong. The dwarfs
made it for me; and Odin has promised a great prize to the one who
shall be strong enough to break its links. Come, let us try."

Then the gods--for they all understood what Thor was about to
do--sprang forward, seizing the coil, pulling and twisting it in
every way and in every direction, coiling it about the pillars of
the hall, and hanging by it from the arches; until at last, tired
out and breathless, they sank exhausted upon the golden floors.

"Fenris," called Thor. "Now is your time to prove to us what you have
so often said--that you are stronger than we. Try if you can break
this golden thread which, small as it is, has proved too strong for
the strength of the gods."

The wolf growled. He did not care to risk even his strength in a
magic coil. He growled and slunk away.

"What! Fenris, are you a coward? After all your boasted strength,
why is it that you shrink from a contest in which the gods have
willingly taken part? Do you mean to say that, because the gods have
been defeated, you fear that you, too, may be defeated?"

The wolf halted. He looked back at the gods and growled a long,
low growl. The words of Thor had stung his pride.

Thor laughed. "O Fenris, Fenris! this is your boasted strength! your
boasted courage! To slink away in a contest with the gods--the gods
at whose strength you have always sneered and scoffed."

"Fenris is a coward!" cried all the gods; and the heavens echoed with
their laughter.

This was more than the wolf could bear. Back he sprang into the hall.

"I hear your sneers," he snarled. "I hear you call me coward. Give me
the cord; bind me with it round and round; fasten me to the strongest
pillar of this great hall. If the coil is an honest coil, Fenris can
break it. There is no chain he cannot break. But if you are blinding
me--if you have here a cord woven with magic such as no power can
break--how am I to know? I put this test to you. Some one of you
shall place your hand between my jaws. As long as that hand is there,
you may coil and coil the thread about me. Then, if I find the cord
a magic cord, Fenris shall set his teeth upon the hand and crush it."

The gods stared at one another. Surely, Thor must not lose his
hand. Thor needed his hand with which to wield the magic hammer.

Then Tyre, the brave god Tyre, the god of courage and bravery and
unselfishness stepped forth.

"Here is my hand, O Fenris-wolf. It shall be yours to destroy if you
can not loose yourself when bound in the golden coil."

Again the Fenris-wolf showed his shining teeth. He seized the hand
between his heavy jaws; Thor bound the cord about him. "Now free
yourself," he thundered. "Free yourself, and prove to the gods the
mighty power of the Fenris-wolf."

The wolf, his eyes blazing with wrath, and with fear as well, struggled
with the coil. But alas for the wolf! And joy for the gods! The harder
he struggled, the fiercer he battled, the tighter drew the cord. With
a howl of rage that shook the city and echoed even to the base of the
great Mt. Ida, he seized upon the hand of Tyre and tore it from his
wrist. With another angry howl he sprang towards Thor; but with a quick
turn Thor seized one end of the coil, fastened it to a great rock,
and before the wolf could set his fangs he hurled him, rock and all,
over the walls of the city, down down into the mighty sea.

"And there, chained to his rocky island, he shall abide forever,"
cried the gods; "and now peace once more shall rest upon our city."

But Odin sighed, and to himself he said, "O happy children, there
shall yet come a day when darkness shall fall upon us; the Fenris-wolf
shall again be loosed; and even the gods shall be no more."



XVII.

DEFEAT OF HRUNGNER.


Greatest among the giants of Jotunheim, was Hrungner. Even the gods
stood in fear of him; for when Thor's deep thunder rolled out across
the skies, and the winds rose and the clouds grew black, it was
Hrungner who, bold and defiant, shouted back with roars of scornful
laughter--roars that rivalled in their thunder those of the great
and mighty Thor.

"This giant," said the gods, standing in council together,--"this giant
must be overcome. Too long have we suffered him to defy our power;
too long have we borne his insolence; too long have his threats passed
unnoticed by Odin the All-Father and by Thor the god of Thunder."

"I will go forth," said Odin, "upon my winged horse, my fleet-footed
Sleipner, to meet this giant who dares defy the gods of Asgard."

Accordingly across the skies, over the sea to Jotunheim, rode Odin.

"It is a fine steed you ride, good stranger," bellowed Hrungner as
Odin drew near; "almost as fine a steed as my own Goldfax, who can
fly through the air and swim through the seas with the same ease that
another steed might travel upon the plains of Midgard."

"But his speed cannot equal that of Sleipner," answered Odin quietly,
his deep eyes burning with the light no giant could quite comprehend,
and beneath which even Hrungner quailed at heart.

"Sleipner! Odin!" thundered Hrungner. "Are you Odin? And is this your
Sleipner--the winged steed of which the gods of Asgard boast? Away with
him! And I upon my Goldfax will prove to you that in Jotunheim lives
one giant who dares challenge even Odin and his mighty war-horse to
contest. Away! Away Odin! Away Sleipner! Away Hrungner! Away Goldfax!"

And with a shout that echoed even to the halls of Asgard, the great
giant mounted his steed and soon brought him, neck to neck with Odin
and his immortal Sleipner.

On, on, across the skies they flew. Before their mighty force, the
clouds scattered hither and thither, striking against each other with
a crashing sound that to the earth-people was like the voice of Thor.

From the eyes of the steeds the lightnings flashed; and from their
reeking sides the foam fell in showers upon the earth below. The
people, terror-stricken, ran to their caves and prayed the gods to
protect them from the fury of the blast.

"It is like no storm we ever knew," they whispered, one to the
other. "The thunder! the lightnings! the scurrying clouds! and with
it all, the roaring winds and the falling of great white flakes, now
like hail, now like snow! Has Odin forgotten his children? Have the
Frost giants fallen upon Asgard?" But now the storm was over. Odin
and Hrungner both had reached the walls of Asgard. Through the great
rolling gateway both had burst together; for the steed of the bold
Hrungner had indeed proved himself equal to the snow-white Sleipner,
whose magic powers no one but Odin fully knew.

Hrungner, elated with his success, and never once dreaming that,
had Odin so willed it, he, with his brave steed Goldfax, might have
been left far behind in the race, strode into the halls of Asgard
and called loudly for food and drink and rest.

All these were granted him, and the giant threw himself down upon
a golden couch and stared insolently upon the gods. All were there
save Thor. "And where," bellowed Hrungner, "is the great god Thor,
the mighty thunderer who dares defy the Frost giants; and whose
strength is boasted greater than that of Hrungner, the chief of the
mighty Frost giants?

"Bring him into my presence," roared the giant. "Let me prove to you
that one giant at least dares defy even the greatest and most warlike
of you all."

Away upon the sea, Thor heard this boast. "Who challenges me and
defies my power?" he thundered; and with the swiftness of the wind,
hastening upward toward the shining city, he burst in upon the giant
stretched out upon the golden couch.

"I challenge you!" bellowed the giant, springing from his couch and
facing the god of thunder.

Thor raised his hammer. The lightnings flashed from his
eye. "Halt!" roared the giant. "Little credit will it be to the
god of Thunder to fall in battle upon a Frost giant unarmed and
unprotected. You are a coward! Fight me as becomes a great god on
equal grounds and under fair conditions. Come to me in the land of
Jotunheim, and there will I challenge you to battle. Then will your
victory, if you win, lend lustre to your greatness; and the fear of you
throughout the land of the Frost giants be greater than ever before."

"As you say," answered Thor with a sneer. "Go now, and make ready
for the holmgang, [1] in which the insolent, boastful Hrungner shall
learn the power of the gods whom, in his ignorance, he dares defy."

Then Hrungner departed from the city of Asgard, and assembled the
giants together to prepare for the coming battle. "Let us make a giant
of clay," and at once every giant in Jotunheim fell to work. Whole
mountains were leveled to the earth, and the great masses of stone
and earth heaped high; until, on the third day, there stood a giant
nine miles high and three miles broad, ready to defy the power
of the Thunder-god when he should come. But alas for the heart of
this warrior of clay! None could be found, either in Midgard or in
Jotunheim, of size proportionate to the body of the mighty creation;
and so, in despair, the heart of a sheep was chosen, and around it
the clay warrior was built.

At the first sound of rolling thunder--by which the coming of Thor
was announced afar off--alas! this heart, fluttering and trembling,
so shook the mighty form that its spear fell from its hand, its knees
shook, and Hrungner was left to fight his battle alone with the angry
son of Odin.

Onward, nearer and nearer, came Thor the Terrible. The lightnings
flashed and the earth rumbled. Seizing a great mountain of flint in
his hands, Hrungner waited. His eyes burned and his face was set.

Suddenly, forth from the ground beneath his feet, the god of Thunder
burst. Hrungner sprang forward. With a mighty force he hurled the
mountain of flint. Thor, with a roar, flung his mighty hammer. The two
crashed together in midair. The flint broke, and one half of it was
driven into the heavy skull of Thor. The hammer, cleaving the flint,
sped onward, and Hrungner fell dead beneath its never-failing blow;
but in falling his great body lay across the neck of Thor, who,
stunned by the blow from the flint, had fallen, his hammer still
clenched firmly in his powerful hand.

For a moment, there was a hush. The very sun stood still. Not a sound
was heard through Jotunheim. The thunder of battle had died away;
all the earth was still.

Then came Magne, a son of Thor. "Why this sudden quiet?" he
called. "Why has my father's voice been stilled? Certainly the great
god Thor has not fallen in battle!"

"In the name of Odin," he thundered, as he saw the Frost giant's
body lying across his father's massive frame,--"in the name of Odin
and of Thor, what does this mean?" And, seizing the giant by a foot,
he hurled him out over the seas. For miles and miles the giant's body
cut the air, and then, falling, sank and was buried beneath the waves.

Thor staggered to his feet again, and with a roar that made the leaves
of Ygdrasil tremble and shook even the halls of Valhalla, set forth
across the seas, never once looking back towards the land of Jotunheim,
whose people for the time, at least, were again subdued by the power
of Thor, the god of Thunder,--by Thor, the son of Odin the All-wise.



XVIII.

THOR AND SKRYMER.


There was peace in all the lands; stilled were the Frost giants,
and in Midgard all was happiness.

"Come with me, that I may see that you do no mischief," said Thor to
Loke, as he sprang into his golden chariot, drawn by his snow-white
goats.

All day the chariot wheeled on and on across the skies. Night fell,
and the gods, entering a peasant's cottage, asked for shelter. "Our
supper we have with us," Thor said. And taking the goats from the
chariot, he killed them and placed them before the fire.

Never had the peasants taken part in such a feast. "It is a feast
for the gods," they said; "but pray, how will you finish your journey
without your goats?"

"We will attend to that," said Thor. "Eat what you will, and all
you can. I only ask that, when the feast is finished, you promise
to place all the bones together there before the door upon the goat
skins. See to it that no bone is forgotten; and that not one--even
the smallest--be lost or broken."

The peasants promised; the meat was eaten, and in due time the
household went to bed and to sleep.

Morning came; and with the first flush of light Thor arose, and,
with his magic hammer, sat down beside the heap of bones, that lay
upon the goat skins before the door.

"Kling! Kling! Kling!" sounded the hammer, striking in turn each
little bone; then the two goats leaped forth, as white and plump and
round as ever, and as ready to spin across the waters with the golden
chariot of their master.

But alas, one goat was lame. He held up one tiny foot and moaned. "Some
one of you," roared Thor, "has broken a bone. Did I not command that
you be careful, and see that every bone should be placed, uninjured,
upon the goat skins?"

The peasants shook with fear. They knew now who this strange guest
might be. "It is Thor!" they whispered to each other. "And that is
the mighty hammer whose aim never fails, and whose force is death to
all upon whom it falls!"

"O thou great god Thor," cried the peasants, "spare us! Indeed had
we known, not one bone would we have taken in our unhappy fingers;
and all night long would we have watched beside the goat skins that
no harm should come to them. Spare us, O spare us, great Thor! Take
all we have--our house, our cattle, our children, everything--only
spare our lives to us!"

Thor seized his hammer in his hand. His great knuckles grew white,
so strong was his giant hold upon the handle. The peasants sank upon
their knees. Their faces dropped and their eyes closed. Shaking with
terror, they awaited the falling of the hammer.

"Up, up, ye peasants," thundered Thor. "This offense I forgive. Your
lives too, shall be spared you; but I will carry away with me these
children of yours,--Thjalfe and Roskva; and they shall serve me in
my journeys across the lands and over the seas."

"The goats I leave with you; and I charge you, by your lives see that
no harm comes to them in any way. Come Thjalfe, come Roskva, place
yourselves before the chariot, and bear me quickly across the seas."

All day long the chariot wheeled on and on, the children never tiring,
until, at nightfall, they found themselves upon the shores of the
country of the Frost giants.

Plunging into a deep forest, they hurried through and came out into a
great plain beyond. Here they found a house, the very doors of which
were as high as the mountains and as broad as the broadest river.

"We will rest here," said Thor, and, spreading the great skins which
they found near the doorway, they made for themselves beds, and soon
were fast asleep.

At midnight they were awakened by a terrible roar. The whole house
shook with its vibrations. Thor, seizing his hammer in his strong
right hand, strode to the door. The whole earth trembled, but in the
darkness even Thor could not see beyond the doorway.

Hour after hour he stood there, listening. Slowly, at last, the dawn
began to come; the sun rose, and there, just at the edge of the forest,
Thor saw the outstretched body of a giant, whose head was in itself
a small mountain, and whose feet stretched away into the valley below.

"And it is you, then, that have rocked the very earth with your
giant snores, and have taken from me my night of rest," thought Thor,
when he saw the giant form stretched out before him.

With one angry stride Thor reached the side of the sleeping
giant. Raising his hammer a full mile into the air, he smote the
giant full upon the skull, with a crash that sounded like the fall
of a mighty oak.

"What is that?" asked the giant, opening his sleepy eyes. "Indeed,
Thor, are you here? Something awoke me. I think an acorn must have
dropped upon my head," said the giant, gathering himself to rise.

"Go to sleep again," growled Thor; "it isn't morning yet. I am going
to sleep myself."

A few minutes and the snores of the giant rang through the air again.

"Now we will see," thought Thor. Again he crept to the giant's
side. Lifting his hammer, this time two miles in the air, he brought
it down upon the giant's skull with a crash that sounded like the
breaking of the ice and the roaring of the torrent in a mighty river.

"What is that?" muttered the giant, only half awake. "A leaf must
have fallen upon my forehead. I will take myself out into the plain
where I can sleep in peace."

"Go to sleep," answered Thor; "it is nearly morning, and will be time
to wake up for the day before you reach the plain."

Again the giant fell asleep; and again the snoring rang out upon the
air. "He shall not escape me this time," whispered Thor, creeping again
to the giant's side. Raising his hammer, this time three miles in the
air, he crashed it down upon the forehead of the giant with such force
and fury that the very heavens reverberated; and the earth people,
springing frightened from their deep sleep, called to each other,
"The dwarfs are at their forges! Did you not feel the earth shake
and the mountains tremble?"

"Well, well," droned the sleepy giant; "the moss from the trees falls
upon my face and wakes me. It is nearly sunrise, and I may as well
arise and go on to Utgard. And you, Thor,--I am told you, too, are
journeying towards the land of Utgard. But I must hurry on. I will
meet you there; but let me give you warning that we are a race of
giants of no mean size. And great though you are, it would be as well
for you that you boast not of your power among us. Even your mighty
hammer might fail to do its work among giants of such strength and
stature as those of Skrymer's race."

There was a sneer on Skrymer's face as he said this; but before
Thor could raise his hammer to punish him for his insolence, he had
crossed the great plain, and was already miles away. Thor sat down
beside the forest. He was mortified, and vexed, and puzzled. What did
it mean? Had his hammer lost its magic power? Was the giant Skrymer
immortal? He could not tell. There was a heavy cloud upon his face as
he set forth again upon his journey. The little servants shook with
fear; even Loke kept silent, and said not one word the live-long day.



XIX.

THOR AND THE UTGARD-KING.


Travelling on and on, through many days and many nights, Thor and
his companions came to a great castle. Its pinnacles reached far up
among the clouds, and its great gateways were broad even like the
horizon itself.

In between the bars crept Thor and Loke and the children Thjalfe
and Roskva.

"Let us enter the castle," said Thor grimly. "It must be the palace
of the king--the Utgard-Loke--whose threats have defied even the
All-wisdom and the All-power of the mighty Odin."

At these words the walls of the castle trembled. The pillars of frost
and the great arches of ice glittered and glistened. Thjalfe and
Roskva grew white with fear. "We hear your voice," thundered Thor;
"but we have no fear of you even though you shake the castle walls
until they fall. And behold, we dare come into your very presence,
thou terrible king of Utgard!"

The great king showed his glittering teeth. His brow grew black
with rage.

"This is Thor, the god of Thunder," he sneered: "and so small are you
that you can creep through the bars of our gateway, pass unnoticed
by our sentinels, even into the very presence of the king!"

Then Utgard-Loke--for this was the king's name--threw back his
head and laughed until the whole earth shook; trees were uprooted,
and avalanches of ice and snow, pouring down into valleys, buried
hundreds of the little people of Midgard.

Thor clenched his hammer. He dared not thunder; even his lightnings
were as nothing in this great palace hall and before the terrible
voice of the Utgard-king.

"But perhaps you are greater than you look," continued the king,
roaring again at his own wit. "Tell me what great feats you can
accomplish; for no one is allowed entrance to this castle who cannot
perform great deeds."

"I can perform great deeds--many of them," boasted Loke, nowise
abashed, even in the presence of the terrible king. "I can eat faster
than any creature in Midgard, in Utgard, or even in Asgard, the home
of the gods."

Again the king roared; and, placing before him a great wooden trough
heaped high with food, he commanded his servant Loge to challenge
Loke to the contest.

But alas for Loke, although the food disappeared before him like
fields of grain beneath the scythe of steel, yet before the task was
half begun, Loge had swallowed food, and trough, and all!

The king roared louder still; and Loke, never before beaten by giant
power, shrank away, angry and threatening.

"But I," said Thjalfe, "can run. I can outrun any creature that lives
on land or sea."

Then Thjalfe was placed beside a tiny little pigmy--Huge he was called;
but hardly had they run a pace before Huge had shot so far ahead that
Thjalfe, crestfallen, went and hid himself behind the great ice pillar
that stood outside the castle gate.

And now Thor rose to his feet and drew himself up to his greatest
height; but even that seemed as nothing compared with the enormous
stature of the Utgard-king. He clenched the hammer tightly and
thundered as never he had thundered before. The tiny fringe of icicles
trembled. Then Utgard-Loke laughed; and with his thunder the whole
castle rocked and reeled.

"And will Thor contest with the power of Utgard?" asked the king. "I
will," roared Thor, and there was a fire in his eye that even Utgard
shrank before.

But Utgard only roared in turn and brought to Thor a great horn,
filled to its brim with sparkling water.

"Drink," said he; "and if one half the power is yours that Odin claims,
you will empty the horn at a single draught."

Thor seized the horn. One long, deep draught, such as no mortal,
no giant, nor even another god could have drawn--and the horn was
hardly one drop less full.

The king roared till the icicles and the fringes of frost, swaying and
rocking beneath the thunder, fell with a crash upon the palace floor.

"Can the great god Thor boast no greater power than that? Once more,
thou greatest of all the sons of Odin--once more lift the horn in
thy mighty hands and show us the greatness of the gods of Asgard."

Thor, stung by the sneer of the Utgard-king, raised the horn again
to his lips; and calling upon the name of Odin and all the gods of
the shining city, drank again. Higher and higher he raised the horn,
deeper and deeper drew he the draught. But alas, again, when the horn
was lowered, the waters were no lower than before.

"You seem not so great as we the frost giants have believed," said
the king with a cold sneer.

Thor's anger rose. His blood boiled with rage and fury. With a burst
of thunder and a flash of lightning that shattered the pillars
of the great hall, he seized the horn again. Three long hours
passed. Utgard-Loke trembled with fear and dread; for never for one
second had the angry god taken the horn from his lips. "The ruin of
the Utgard kingdom is come," he groaned. "There is no hope for victory
over such a god. The horn--even the magic horn--will fail before the
might of this fierce and awful Thor, the god of Thunder."

Then Thor lifted the horn from his lips. Defiance flashed from his
eye. The king of the Frost giants trembled. Both looked into the
horn. Alas for Thor! Even now hardly could it be counted one quarter
emptied. Darkness gathered over the strong god's face. Courage sprang
into the eyes of the king. "Let not your valor fail you," said the
king, taking the horn from the hand of Thor. "You are great--you
have proved it, in that you have, even in so small a degree as this,
emptied the horn from which none but a god could have quaffed one
drop. It is only that your greatness is less than you have boasted,
and less than we have believed it to be."

"I will not stand defeated," thundered Thor. "Bring before me another
challenge. I will not go forth until the giants of Utgard have indeed
known and felt the power of Thor, the god whose lightnings rend the
skies, and whose thunders rock the very mountains of the earth."

"Once more, then, shall you contend for power," said the
Utgard-king. "And this time with Elle, the toothless giant of endless
years, before whose power bend all the strongest sons of Midgard,
and before whom, in some far off day, even the gods of Asgard shall
bow as powerless as the children of Midgard."

Thor sprang upon the giant Elle. Like a demon of the under world he
fought, and for a time even this All-conquering giant swayed before
the wild madness of his bursts of thunder, and his crashing, hissing
bolts of fire. But alas for Thor! Even his godlike strength was doomed
to fail him. He trembled; his sight vanished; a strange chill settled
over him, and he sank, conquered, before the power of the giant Elle.

And now the night had fallen upon the land. The light had faded
from the mountain tops; and the chill of night was in the frosty
air. Exhausted, the great god wrapped himself about and sank into
heavy sleep. And his dreams were of great battles, of terrible foes,
and of the last great day which, sometime in the ages to come,
should fall upon the city of the gods, and in which even the power
of Odin should fail, and the light go out from all the earth. All
night long these dreams haunted the great heart of Thor; and in the
morning the people in Midgard said, "It was a strange night. Through
all the hours of darkness, the thunders rolled in the distance, and
the pale lightnings flashed among the mountain peaks beyond the seas."

In the morning, even with the first rays of light, Thor, with Loke and
Thjalfe and Roskva, set forth upon their journey homeward. There was
a terrible blackness upon the face of Thor, and the thunders rumbled
deeply. Never before had Thor known the bitterness of defeat, and he
returned to Asgard and to Odin sick at heart.

"Lose not thy courage, Thor," said the All-wise. "Know that thou art
not even now defeated in any test of true strength. Utgard-Loke has
triumphed to be sure; but even he trembles now, and has closed the
doors of his castle, and has set thousands upon thousands of sentinels
to watch against thy return.

"The horn from which thou didst drink reached far down into the depths
of the sea; and the people of Midgard even now throng the shores
and wonder what power in heaven or in earth can so have shrunken the
great waters of the sea.

"Loge, with whom Loke contended, was none less than Wild Fire; and Huge
was Thought itself. Even the gods, even Odin himself, with these would
but contend in vain. And Elle--it is indeed as Utgard-Loke said--no
power in heaven itself can equal hers. She is the all-powerful, the
never-failing, the ever-present Old Age. All the people of the earth,
all the gods of Asgard--aye, even the Earth and Asgard must one day
fall before her mighty will. That you contended even as you did, has
driven terror deep into the hearts of the cruel Frost giants; nor do
they doubt that you are the terrible god of Thunder, the greatest of
all the sons of Odin."



XX.

THOR AND THE MIDGARD SERPENT.


With these words of Odin, Thor's courage rose. "Bring me my hammer,"
he called to Sif, "and again will I go forth into the realms of the
Frost giants."

The great Odin smiled. "Fear not, my son. Remember there can be no
defeat to Thor, the son of Odin, whose mighty hand holds firm the
terrible hammer forged by the dwarfs of the under world."

Then Thor sprang into his chariot. "Away, away," he thundered,
"to the home of Hymer--the hateful, boastful Hymer! Away to the land
of the Frost giants! Once, and for all, Thor will prove to them the
power and the terror of the gods of Asgard."

The wheels of the chariot rumbled and rolled. From their spokes the
lightnings flashed. With the speed of Thought itself, it hissed and
whistled through the air. The clouds, scattering, raised a mighty wind.

In Midgard the leaves ran like fire before the gale; the trees rocked;
and ever and anon the moaning wind rose and fell like the voice of
a mighty tempest.

"It is the Valkyries!" the people of Midgard said. "Always does
the wind rise; always do the clouds hurry across the skies when the
Valkyries set forth to battle. Somewhere there is war in our fair
earth; somewhere heroes are falling on the bloody battlefield."

For, in all this time, there had come to be many people in Midgard. The
children of Ask and Embla had become men and women, had grown old,
and their children, too, had become men and women.

And there were wars in the land. Warriors in the east fought those
in the west; those in the north fought those in the south.

But the warriors were brave men; and over every battle Odin watched,
grinding the spears, now shielding and protecting, now forcing the
warriors into the very hottest of the battle. And when the battle was
over, and all was quiet, when the great sun had sunk behind the hills
of Jotunheim, and the soft moon shone down upon the battlefield,
then Odin would call to the Valkyries, and bid them go down into
Midgard and bring with them to Valhalla all who had fallen bravely
fighting. For this was the hero's reward. With this hope he entered
battle; with this hope he fought; with this hope he turned his dying
eyes towards Mt. Ida and thanked the All-father that now he, too,
might enter into the joys of Asgard and know the glory of immortal
life in the golden halls of Valhalla.

And now the winds had died away; the clouds were at rest; there
was peace over Midgard. For the chariot had reached the home of the
Frost giants, and Thor had entered the great rock-bound castle of
the giant Hymer.

"Let us go out upon the sea to fish," said Thor to the dread giant,
with whom he longed to measure power.

Seizing the oars, Thor himself rowed the great boat out into the
sea. "Give me the oars," bellowed Hymer; "you have already rowed a
long way and must be wearied."

"I wearied!" thundered Thor. "Indeed I have not rowed one half the
distance. I shall row even into the realm of the Midgard Serpent,
whose length lies coiled round about Midgard, and whose home is deep
down beneath the raging waters. There only shall we find fish worthy
of the bait of a god."

Hymer trembled. He feared the Midgard Serpent, whose great coils
so lashed the waters of the ocean that they rose, white with foam,
even to the very mountain tops. "The fishing just here has never
failed. There is no need to row farther into the ocean," said Hymer,
hoping to dissuade the god from rowing farther from the shores of
Jotunheim. "But I must fish in mid-ocean, and in the deepest of the
waters," was Thor's reply.

For hours and hours they rowed. The mountain tops grew dimmer and
dimmer in the blue distance; no land could be seen; the waters sparkled
and shone on every side as far as the eye could reach.

"We will make this our fishing place," said Thor, at last, throwing
down his oars and preparing the great cable that should serve him
for a line. This he gave into the hands of the trembling giant, and
prepared for himself another. The hours passed, but no fish had been
drawn into the boat.

"Had you listened to me," thundered Hymer, "our boat might long before
this have been filled with the fish I have never failed to catch in
waters nearer the shores of the land of the Frost giants."

"Do you think a god would be content with less than the greatest fish
in all the sea?" thundered Thor. "Do you not know I shall bring to
this boat's edge the terrible Midgard Serpent itself?"

And even as he spoke he gathered in his line, and dashed upon the
boat floor a whale of such enormous size that even the giant looked
with amazement upon so terrible a display of the fisherman's strength
and power. Surely this must be Thor himself!

"The whale is yours," muttered Thor, unfastening his line and throwing
it overboard again. "I have no care for fish as small as this."

Suddenly there was a rush of waters. It was as if a terrible tempest
had burst upon the sea. The waters seethed and foamed. The great waves
rose mountain high. The boat rocked and reeled, and the green waters,
pouring over its sides, filled it so that the great whale floated
out upon the sea.

"It is the Midgard Serpent!" roared Thor; and his mighty voice, rising
even above the rush of the great sea, mingled with the thunder of
the breaking waves and echoed out to the shores of the farthest lands.

Thor sprang from the boat and planted himself firmly upon the great
rocks beneath the sea. The giant, dumb with terror, clung to the sides
of the rocking boat. On, on came the serpent, nearer and nearer, the
roaring waves and the heaping foam bursting closer and closer upon the
mountain-like boat that tossed now like seaweed upon the angry waters.

One burst like thunder, and the terrible serpent's head rose above the
foam and glistened in the light. Thor sprang forward; and, with his
mighty arm, threw the cable about the slimy neck of the Midgard Serpent
and dragged him to the boat's edge. The giant sprang to his feet.

"Give me my hammer!" thundered the god.

"I will not!" thundered the giant; and with one quick bound he sprang
forward, raised his shining sword, and with a sweep miles high,
cut the great cable which held the writhing serpent.

Another roar, and the great serpent arched his back even to the blue
dome of the sky above. Then, with a hiss that sounded through Midgard
and even up to the shining city of the fair Mt. Ida, he shot down
beneath the waters, and over him closed the angry waves.

The foam dashed mountains high; the caves howled and boomed; the skies
echoed crash on crash; and the whole earth trembled with the upheaval
of the troubled waters. A rushing back, a heaping up, a breaking of
great waves--and never again, by man or giant or god, was the loathsome
serpent seen above the waters, until on that last sad, fateful day when
the light had gone out from the sun, and the dread chill of Ragnarok
had fallen even upon Valhalla and the beautiful shining city of Asgard.



VALKYRIES' SONG.


    The Sea-king looked o'er the brooding wave;
      He turned to the dusky shore,
    And there seemed, through the arch of a tide-worn cave
      A gleam, as of snow, to pour;
        And forth, in watery light,
        Moved phantoms, dimly white,
      Which the garb of woman bore.

    Slowly they moved to the billow side;
      And the forms, as they grew more clear,
    Seemed each on a tall, pale steed to ride,
      And a shadowy crest to rear,

        And to beckon with faint hand,
        From the dark and rocky strand,
      And to point a gleaming spear.

    Then a stillness on his spirit fell,
      Before th' unearthly train,
    For he knew Valhalla's daughters well,
      The Choosers of the slain!
        And a sudden rising breeze
        Bore, across the moaning seas,
      To his ear their thrilling strain.

    "Regner! tell thy fair-haired bride
    She must slumber at thy side!
    Tell the brother of thy breast,
    Even for him thy grave hath rest!
    Tell the raven steed which bore thee,
    When the wild wolf fled before thee,
    He too with his lord must fall,--
    There is room in Odin's Hall!"

    There was arming heard on land and wave,
      When afar the sunlight spread,
    And the phantom forms of the tide-worn cave
      With the mists of morning fled;
        But at eve, the kingly hand
        Of the battle-axe and brand,
      Lay cold on a pile of dead!--Hemans.



XXI.

THE DYING BALDUR.


Ages upon ages had rolled away. And now the day of sorrow, which
always Odin had known must come, drew near.

Already the god of song had gone with his beautiful wife Idun down
into the dark valley of death; and there was a new strange rustle among
the leaves of Ygdrasil, like the rustling of leaves that were dead.

Odin's face grew sad; and, try as he would, he could not join with
the happy gods about him in their joys and festal games.

"Odin," said Frigg one day, "tell me what grieves thee; what weighs
thee down and puts such sadness into thine eyes and heart."

"Baldur himself shall tell you all," answered Odin sadly.

Then Baldur seated himself in the midst of the gods and said: "Always,
since Odin drank at the Well of Wisdom, and learned the secrets of
the past and of the future, has he known that a time would come when
the light must go out from Baldur's eyes; and he, although a god,
must go down into the dark valley. Now that time draws near. Already
have Brage and Idun gone from us; and with them have gone song and
youth. Soon will Baldur go, and with him must go the light and warmth
he has always been so glad to bring to Asgard and to Midgard both."

"O Baldur! Baldur! Baldur! My Child! my child! my child!" cried
Frigg. "This cannot be! this shall not be! I will go down from
Asgard. I will go up and down the earth, and every rock and tree and
plant shall pledge themselves to do no harm to thee."

"Dear mother Frigg," sighed Baldur, "you cannot change what is
foretold. From the beginning of time this was decreed, that one day
the light should go out from heaven and the twilight of the gods
should fall."

There was a long silence in the hall of Asgard. No god had courage
to speak. Their hearts were heavy, and they had no wish to speak.

The sun sank behind the western hills. Its rich sunset glow spread
over the golden city and over the beautiful earth below. Then darkness
followed slowly, slowly creeping, creeping on, up the mountain side,
across the summit, until even the shining city stood dark and shadowy
beneath the gathering twilight.

"Like this, some day, the twilight will fall upon our city," said Odin;
"and it will never, never rise again."

The mother heart of Frigg would not accept even Odin's word. And when
the sun's first rays shot up above the far-off hills, Frigg stole
forth from Asgard down the rainbow bridge to Midgard.

To every lake, and river, and sea, she hurried, and said: "Promise me,
O waters, that Baldur's light shall never go out because of you."

"We promise," the waters answered. And Frigg hurried on to the
metals. "Promise me, O metals, that Baldur's light shall never go
out because of you."

"We promise," answered the metals. And Frigg hurried on to the
minerals. "Promise me, O minerals," she said, "that Baldur's light
shall never go out because of you."

"We promise," answered the minerals. And Frigg hurried on to the fire,
the earth, the stones, the trees, the shrubs, the grasses, the birds,
the beasts, the reptiles; and even to the abode of pale disease she
went. Of each she asked the same earnest, anxious question; and from
each she received the same kind, honest answer.

As the sun sank behind the high peaks of the Frost giants' homes,
Frigg, radiant and happy, her eyes bright and her heart alive with
hope, sped up the rainbow bridge. Triumphant, she hurried into the
great hall to Odin and Baldur.

"Be happy again, O Odin! Be happy again, O Baldur! There is no
danger, no sorrow to come to us from anything in the earth or under
the earth. For every tree has promised me; and every rock and every
metal; every animal and every bird. Even the waters and the fire have
promised that never harm through them shall come to Baldur."

But, alas, for poor Frigg. One little weed, a wee little weed, hidden
beneath a rock, she had overlooked. Loke, who had followed closely
upon her in all her wanderings through the day, had not failed to
notice this oversight of Frigg's. His wicked face shone with glee. His
eyes gleamed; and as the radiant Frigg sped up the rainbow bridge,
he hurried away to his home among the Frost giants to tell them of
the little weed which, by and by, should work such harm to Baldur,
in shutting out his life and light from Asgard and the earth.

The ages rolled on. Every one in Asgard, save Odin, had long ago thrown
off the shadow of fear. "No harm can come to Baldur," they would say;
and all save Odin believed it.

But a day came when Odin, looking down into the home of the dead,
saw there the spirits moving about, hastening hither and thither.

"Something is happening there in the pale valley," said Odin. "They
are preparing for the coming of another shade. And it must be some
great one who is to come. See how great the preparation is they make."

"We prepare for the coming of Baldur," answered the shades as Odin
came upon them, busy in their work. "We prepare a throne for Baldur. We
prepare a throne for Baldur."

"For Baldur?" asked Odin, his heart sinking. "For Baldur!" chanted
the shades. "For Baldur! Baldur cometh! Baldur cometh!"

And Odin, his godlike heart faint and sick at the thought, turned
away and went slowly up the rainbow bridge.

There, in the great garden of the gods, he found Thor and Baldur
and their brother Hodor playing at tests of strength. Behind Hodor,
invisible, stood Loke. In his hand he held a spear.

"Shame upon you, Hodor," whispered Loke, "that you, the strong and
mighty Hodor, cannot overcome Baldur in a test of strength. Baldur
may be beautiful and sunny, and he is a great joy to the world;
that we know. But what is he compared with Hodor for strength?"

"But the spears will not touch him. See how they glance away. Indeed
it is true: Light cannot be pierced." answered Hodor, good-naturedly.

"Take this spear," said Loke, quietly. "It is less clumsy than those
you throw."

Hodor took it, never thinking of any harm. Alas for Baldur and
Asgard and all the happy smiling Earth! It was a spear tipped with
the mistletoe--the one plant that Frigg had failed to find. The one
plant that had not promised to do no harm to Baldur.

Quickly the spear flew through the air. One second, and Baldur the
Summer Spirit, Baldur the Light of the Earth fell--dead.

"O, Asgard! Baldur is dead!" groaned Odin. "O Asgard, Asgard! Baldur
is dead!"

Hodor, Thor, the gods, one and all, stood pale and white. A terrible
fear settled over their faces. They shook with terror.

And even as they stood there, speechless in their grief, a twilight
dimness began to fall lightly, lightly over all. The shining pavements
grew less bright; the blue of the great arch overhead deepened;
and in the valleys of Midgard there were long black shadows. Baldur
was dead. The light had failed. The golden age was at an end. Now,
even the gods must die.



XXII.

THE PUNISHMENT OF LOKE.


"It is Loke that has done this!" thundered Thor, seizing the great
hammer in his clenched fists. "Nor will the gods of Asgard forgive
this crime. No promise of his, no begging, no pleading shall save
him from the punishment that belongs to him.

"O Baldur, Baldur! That I had slain the evil Loke ages upon ages
ago--when he stole the hair from the glorious Sif; when he stole
the necklace from the beautiful Freyja; when he carried Idun and the
Apples of Life away into the home of the Frost giants; when he stung
the dwarf and broke short the handle of my mighty hammer. Had I slain
him then, this sorrow need not have come to us. O Baldur, Baldur!"

And the whole earth shook with the grief of Thor. The skies grew
black. The wind shrieked. The lightnings flashed across the sky. His
tears fell in torrents down the mountain sides; trees were swept away,
and the swollen rivers rushed and roared along their course.

Never, even in the memory of the gaunt old giant at the Well of
Wisdom, had such a storm of wind and rain and thunder and lightning
been known. The earth-people fled to the mountain caves in terror.

"It is the wrath of Thor!" cried Loke, gasping with dread. "Let
me hide myself till it is over." And changing himself into a fish,
he dived deep into the great seething mass of angry waters.

But Thor and Odin were close upon him. The fiery eye of Thor had
caught the sparkle of its shiny coat as the great fish shot down from
the mountain side into the sea. Then, too, of what use was it to hide
from the great, all-seeing eye of Odin? Did he not see and hear all
sights and sounds? And, more than that, did he not know all things
even from the beginning?

"We will take a great net, and we will drag the sea," said Odin
quietly.

Loke heard these words and trembled. He hid himself beneath the
sea-weed; but so muddy were the waters that he was driven out to
breathe. The great net was spread. Held by the hands of Odin and of
Thor, there was no escape for Loke. Sullenly he allowed the net to
close over him. There was no other way; for it stretched from shore
to shore and from above the waters even to the ocean bed.

And so, at last, because it was to be, the fish held; and Loke was
in the power of the angry Thor.

"Come back," commanded Odin, "to your own shape and size." Loke obeyed;
and in his own form was borne to Asgard. The angry gods fell, one and
all, upon him. Not one showed pity for him. They hated him. And well
they might; for had he not slain Baldur, and so loosed the power of
the Frost giants upon their shining city.

"Let him be bound! Let him be bound!" they cried.

"Let him be bound even as the Fenris-wolf is bound!"

"Let him be bound with iron fetters!"

"Let him be nailed to the great rocks in the sea!"

"Let a poisonous serpent hang over him; and let the serpent drop,
moment by moment, through all the time to come, his burning poison upon
him! Let him lie there, chained and suffering till the last great day!"

"All this shall be," thundered Thor. And thus it was that the cruel,
evil-hearted, peace-destroyer Loke, suffered ages upon ages of
punishment for his malice and his crime.



XXIII.

THE DARKNESS THAT FELL ON ASGARD.


The gods had avenged themselves upon the cruel Peace-destroyer,
and he lay suffering the tortures they had put upon him.

But even this could not bring back the sunny god, the happy, cheerful,
life-giving Baldur. Brage had gone, and there was no sound of music
in Asgard; Idun had gone, and signs of age were again creeping over
the faces of the gods; now Baldur was gone, and with him the long
light and warm softness of the summer time.

"He may come back," Frigg would say; and every morning she strained
her eyes to see if he had risen from behind the far-off hills with
the soft light she had learned to know so well. "Baldur is late,"
she would say, as the days rolled on.

But all this time, from the cold north land, the Frost giants,
triumphant, were drawing near. Their chill breath was in the air. The
days grew short; the nights grew long. The rivers were locked in
ice. Great drifts of snow were everywhere. The sky was gray; and
there were no stars. The sun shone pale and white through the dull
clouds and the blinding drifts of snow. It grew bitter, bitter cold.

"The Fimbul-winter!" whispered the earth-people. "Has the Fimbul-winter
come?" And Odin answered, "Yes; it is true. The Fimbul-winter, foretold
by the Norns, even from the beginning of time, has come. Soon the
great wolf will spring forth from the under world, and he will seize
upon the sun and devour it. Then dense darkness will fall upon us;
and Ragnarok--the end of all things--will be upon us."

And it came to pass as Odin said. One day there was heard a mighty
rumbling. This time it was not the thunder from the mighty hammer of
great Thor. His hands were frozen; nor had he heart to try to wield
his hammer.

The thunder and the rumble came this time from within the earth. The
great earth trembled and shook. Great gaping mouths opened and
swallowed up the children; the mountains crumbled and fell; the
great serpent lashed the sea; the great rocks rocked and swayed and
tore themselves apart. Loke and the Fenris-wolf, freed from their
fetters, sprang forth, burning with hate and wild for vengeance. The
Frost giants already were upon the rainbow bridge. A terrible battle
followed.

The gods fell, one by one: Thor by the deadly flood of poison from
the Midgard serpent; Tyre in the great jaws of the Fenris-wolf, who,
ages before, had torn from him his strong right hand.

And now the battle was over. The gods lay dead--even Odin. The
shining city of Asgard was a blackened, smoking ruin; the rainbow
bridge was gone. The giants sent forth their cold winds, howling with
cruel glee. Loke's evil heart was glad; the great serpent lashed the
waters mountain high; and the earth-people perished in the flood. The
Fenris-wolf stretched its great jaw from heaven to earth and shook
the skies.

There was a strange hush! A great ball of fire had fallen upon the
battle field. There was a sudden rush of air! A great wave of heat
spread out across all space! A burst of thunder! A crackling as of
fire! Then one hiss, and the whole earth was one great scorching blaze.

One second--a fierce red tongue of flame had shot up the trunk of
Ygdrasil, and it fell, a mass of blackened ashes. The sea hissed
and steamed. The earth melted. The Frost giants, Loke, the serpent,
the Fenris-wolf, all, all were wrapped in flame. A second more, and
there was no living thing in all the earth. For Ragnarok, the Reign
of Fire, had come; and with it came an end to Life--and end alike
to gods and giants; an end to all creatures of the land and sea;
an end even to the great earth itself.



VOCABULARY.


As'gard: (s like z) Abode of the gods.

Ask: The first woman; made from a tree.

Baldur: (Bal'-dur) The god of summer sunshine.

Bauge: (Boúgh-ge: hard g) A giant brother of Suttung.

Brá-ge: (a as in far: hard ge) A son of Odin and famed for wisdom
and eloquence.

Brok: (pronounced Brock) A dwarf.

Bölverk: (o like e in heard, Bél-verk) A name assumed by Odin.

Elle: Old age.

Embla: The first man; made from a tree.

Fenris wolf: Monster wolf, son of Loki.

Frigg: Wife of Odin.

Frey: (Fray) Ruler over the light elves.

Frey-ja: (e as in let, j like y, Fréy-ya) Sister of Frey; half the
fallen in battle belonged to her.

Fímbul: The terrible winter just before the destruction of the earth.

Gold-fax: Hrungner's horse.

Huge: (Hoó-ge: hard g) Thought.

Hödor: (o as e in heard, Hö'-der) The slayer of Baldur.

Hrung-ner: (Hroon'-gner) A giant.

Hy'-mer: A giant, owner of the kettle, Mile-deep.

Idun: (Idoon) Keeper of the Apples of Youth.

I-fing: Name of a river.

Jötunheim: (j like y, o like e in heard: Yér-toon-heém) Home of
the giants.

Loke, or Loki: (Lo-ke) The evil giant god.

Loge: (Lo-ge: hard g) Wild-fire.

Míd-gard: The abode of men.

Magne: (Mág-ne) Thor's son.

Norn: (Nôrn) The Three fates represented as three young women.

Njord: (often spelled Ni-örd pronounced Nee-yèrd) Father of Frey
and Freyja.

Odin: (o-din) The fountain head of wisdom.

Ragnarök: (rag'-na-rék) Twilight of the gods.

Roskva: (rósk-va) A peasant girl who went with Thor to Utgard Loki's.

Sindre, or Sindri: (sín-dre) A dwarf.

Sif: (Seef) Thor's wife.

Suttung: (supposed to be derived from Sup-tung) The giant who obtained
the precious wine.

Sleip-ner: Odin's horse.

Skry-mer: (Skry-mer) The giant who met Thor in the forest.

Thjal-fe: (Thy'al-fe) A peasant boy who went with Thor to Utgard
Loki's.

Thrym: A giant who stole Thor's hammer.

Thor: Thunder-god.

Utgard: The abode of Loki.

Valhalla: (val-hál-la) The hall to which Odin took those slain
in battle.

Valkyrie: (Val-ky'-rie) Handmaidens of Odin

Vafthrudnur: (Vaf-thróod-neer) A giant visited by Odin.

Ygdrasil: (íg-dras-il) The world-embracing ash tree.



NOTE


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