THE LIBRARY OF THE UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA LOS ANGELES WONDERFUL STORIES LONDON I PRINTED BY SPOTTISWOODE AND CO., NEW-STREET SO.UAR1 AND PARLIAMENT STREET HOW THOR RECOVERED HIS HAMMER. 'A J Loki drew near, the king of the frost-giants stopped in his task'' (p. 5). Frontispiece. WONDERFUL STORIES FROM NORTHERN LANDS JULIA GODDARD AUTHOR OF ' THE BOY AND THE CONSTELLATIONS ' ' KARL ANI ' MORE STORIES ' ETC. WITH AN INTRODUCTION BY THE REV. GEORGE W. COX, M.A. and Six Illustrations from Designs by W. J. Weigand Engraved by G. Pearson LONDON LONGMANS, GREEN, AND CO. 1871 The right of translation is reserved AUTHOR'S PREFACE. ALTHOUGH English children have long been delighted with the legends of Germany and Scandinavia as collected in the ' Household Stories ' of Grimm, and in Dasent's ' Popular Tales from the Norse/ no use has yet been made of the materials of the Eddas and Sagas of Northern Europe for the amusement and the instruction of the Young. In the belief that these materials may be presented in a form as delightful as that of the old stories with which all are familiar, I have clothed a few of the Edda and other nar- ratives in language which, I trust, the youngest child may understand with ease, and from which even they who have left childhood behind them may derive some enjoyment. 545113 Fo u -c CONTENTS. INTRODUCTION Vll I. HOW THOR RECOVERED HIS HAMMER. . I II. THE STORY OF BALDER . . . . l6 III. THE STORY OF VOLUND .... 41 IV. THOR'S ADVENTURES AMONG THE JOTUNS . 54 V. SIF'S GOLDEN HAIR . . . -74 VI. THE WONDERFUL QUERN STONES . . 85 vn. THORWALD'S BRIDAL 96 vin. CHRISTIN'S TROUBLE no IX. HOW THE WOLF FENRIS WAS CHAINED . I2O X. THE STORY OF IDUNA . . .' .133 XI. HOW THOR GOT A CAULDRON FOR ACER, LORD OF HELSEYIA . . . -155 XII. KING OLAF THE SAINT 176 XIII. THE STORY OF FRITHIOF . . . .185 LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS. THE KING OF THE FROST-GIANTS (page 5) Frontispiece THE DWARFS AT WORK . . to face page 78 MENIA AND FENIA . . . ,,93 SIR PETER AND THE UGLY SPRITE . 117 THOR AMONGST THE GIANT'S CATTLE . 1 66 KING OLAF AND THE LITTLE PEOPLE . 182 INTRODUCTION. AMONG the marvels of the inchanted land of Folk- lore none is greater than the freshness which every form retains, although it may be presented to us in a hundred different dresses. We may see and feel that under all these disguises we are looking on the same being ; but we are never tired of listening to the tale of his adventures, slightly as these may be varied in each of the many versions of his history. The repetition never wearies us : the monotony never becomes irksome. Even when by long acquaintance with some of these tales we know what is going to happen in others, we read or listen for the thousandth time with the feeling that whether for old or young these stories can never lose their charm. The child to whom is told the old Greek tale of Psyche and Love, how she was carried away to a cave in a lonely garden, where her sisters told her that she was wedded to a x Introduction. hideous monster, how by their evil counsels she rose up in the night to look at her lover, how Love wakened by a drop of oil from her torch vanished away in the form of a dove, how Psyche sought for him in all lands and found him again at last after achieving three marvellous tasks, will say at once, This is the story of Beauty and the Beast, or some- thing very like it. But neither the child's wonder nor his delight will be lessened when he reads in Grimm's story of the Soaring Lark, how the youngest of three daughters whose father had to go a long journey, would have him bring her a singing, soaring lark ; how he found the bird on a tree near a splendid castle, and how, as he was going to take it, a lion sprang from behind and said that he should never have it unless he promised to give him his daughter as his wife ; how, when she had been wedded, the loathly lion became at night a beautiful prince who told her that no ray of light must fall upon him ; how after a while at the mar- riage of one of her sisters a ray pierced through a chink of the door and fell like a hair line upon the prince, who in the same instant that it touched him was changed into a dove ; how when the dove flew away she sought him for seven years, and then, Introduction. xi aided by the Sun, the Moon, and the North wind, she found her husband in the power of a monstrous caterpillar; how the maiden attacked the huge insect which turned into a woman and again carried the prince away on the back of a griffin ; and how, when the prince was to be married to her enemy, she was suffered to enter his room first for the golden robe which the Sun gave her, and then for the golden hen and chickens which had been the gift of the Moon, and how on the second night the prince awoke and found by his side the maiden who had sought for him over the wide earth. The child, as he reads, knows here that the maiden is Psyche, and that in the end she shall meet him whom she has lost ; but he is none the less pleased when he sees the same beautiful form in the more homely dress of the Gaelic tale, which tells how the Daughter of the Skies * married a dog who at night became a splendid man, and when he discerns the magic gifts of the Teutonic bride in the wonder- ful shears, needle, and clue which are made the means of winning back the lost love of the Gaelic maiden. When he has read further the tale of the Twelve Brothers, of the Little Brother and Sister, * Campbell, ' Popular Tales of the West Highlands,' i. 282. xii Introduction. of Hansel and Grethel, of the Six Swans, and of Little Snow White in Grimm's ' Household Stories,' he will begin to feel that there is a whole family of legends in which a maiden has a beautiful lover on whom she is not suffered to look, while a jealous mother or jealous sisters insist that the lover is hideous, and tempt her to look at him while he is asleep. In all he will discern the same machinery bringing about the same result, the dropping of the burning liquid, the change of the man into the bird, the weary wandering and the joyful reunion after the accomplishment of superhuman tasks. Soon perhaps he may find that there is another group of legends in which the parts are inverted, and in which it is the bride who is snatched away, while the bridegroom has to seek her through many a weary year. Turn where he may, the same images will meet his eye : and the beings who love and suffer in the Norse tale of East of the Sun and West of the Moon,* are the beings whose joys and sorrows are told again in the Hindu legend of Urvasi and Pururavas,^ in the Deccan tale of the * See the tale in Dasent's ' Popular Tales from the Norse,' and the poem so intitled in Mr. Morris's ' Earthly Paradise.' f Max Muller, 'Chips from a German Workshop,' ii. 114, &c. Introduction. xiii Rakshas' Palace,* in the True Bride and in the story of the Drummer, in Grimm's collection. -f* He may now be able to take these stories to pieces, and to trace each feature through groups of other tales. Thus, in Grimm's story, the prince shut up in the Iron Stove answers to the maiden Brynhild im- prisoned within the walls of flame on the Glistening Heath, while the little toad which helps the princess is the Frog Prince who brings back the golden ball, the bright orb of the Sun, to the Dawn maiden who has suffered it to fall into the water. Of course the princess has to wander in search of the tenant of the Iron Stove, and to serve like Cinderella as a kitchen-maid ; of course she too has three nuts (the gifts of the little toad), from which she draws forth garments more brilliant than silver or gold, and of course she wins back her lover just like the maiden in the story of the Soaring Lark. We have thus in our hands the clue which may guide us through the mazes of folklore stories to fountains of delight which can never be drained dry. It may be impossible, perhaps, to bring back the precise feeling which these stories may severally * Frere, ' Old Deccan Days,' p. 205, &c. f ' Household Stories.' xiv Introduction. have inspired in those who knew but few of them ; but even young readers at the present day will probably have devoured not only the ' Household Stories ' of Grimm, and the Norse Tales of Dasent, but the West Highland legends of Campbell, the Deccan Tales of Miss Frere, the Icelandic legends of Powell and Magniisson, and many more. That all these stories exhibit the same elements, he must soon discover. It is well that he should learn to draw pleasure from sources which will never fail him, and withal grow wiser as he recognises old friends under new forms in the legends of Greeks and Hindus, of Norwegians, Germans, Spaniards, and Englishmen. Not a few of these old friends will be recognised in the stories gathered in this volume from the Eddas and other sources of Northern folklore. There may be repetition, but there is no same- ness; and the common joys and sorrows which these tales reveal, impart to them an indescrib- able charm. Many, if not most of them, bring before us that great tragedy of nature which has stirred the hearts of poets in all countries and in all ages. Gods and men all mourn the absence of the bright being without whom life and gladness Introduction, xv seem alike to be lost. In the story of Balder (II.) we have, in Bunsen's words, 'the tragedy of the solar year, the murdered and risen god, ' ' familiar to us from the days of ancient Egypt/ and ' of equally primeval origin here.' * When the gods stand round him as the end draws nigh, and shoot their arrows at him, we have the story which the Greeks told of Sarpedon, the chief of the far-off Eastern land, who in one version is brought to life again like Balder, like Osiris, and like Memnon, the glistening Son of the Dawn. But nothing on earth can hurt Balder, except one little plant of whom Odin thought it not worth while to exact the oath sworn by all other creatures. In other words, he can be slain only in one way, as Achilleus and other heroes are vulnerable only in one part ; and thus his death comes from his blind brother, the darkness which slays the summer sun when the nights begin to get longer than the day. But the day of vengeance soon comes, and he is avenged by his young brother Ali or Wali, whose birth marks the gradual rising again of the sun after the winter solstice, until Balder the Beautiful once more reigns in Ganzblick or Breidablick, the abode * ' God in History,' ii. 458. xvi Introduction. of pure light, as Zeus dwells in Lykoreia, the mountain of light, and the sun god treads the shining path of Lykosoura. The same thought marks the story of Christin's trouble (VIII.) ; and in Christin we have the lovely Eurydike who is snatched from her lover as soon as she becomes his bride. Orpheus in the Northern tale has become Sir Peter, but the change scarcely goes beyond the name. Like Orpheus, he seizes his golden harp, which is to rescue her from the ugly sprite who represents Hades or Polydegmon in the Greek story. When he strikes the chords for the third time, a white arm is raised above the surface of the water. It is the arm of Christin. As he goes on playing, Christin lifts her head above the water ; but wiser than Orpheus, he takes care that his bride shall be on firm land before he ceases from his task. The gradual rising of Christin leads us to Grimm's story of the Nix of the Mill-pond, where the parts are again reversed, and the bride is seeking to rescue her lost lover from the waters. The spell of Orpheus and Sir Peter lies in this story in a golden comb, a flute, and a spinning-wheel. When the maiden plies her comb, his hand appears : when she touches the flute, his head is seen ; when she Introduction. xvn comes with the wheel, he leaps from the water and once more stands by her side. Still more striking is the story of Iduna, whose golden apples are the apples of the Hesperides, which in Grimm's tale of the Old Griffin have the power of instantaneously restoring to health the King's daughter. Iduna is, in short, the beautiful maiden whose capture by the giant Thiasse is the stealing away of Persephone from the plains of Enna by the terrible Hades or Polydegmon. In each case all nature feels her loss, and gods and men mourn because all strength and joy and beauty are taken from the face of the earth. The flowers refuse to bloom, the seed will not grow, the trees will not put forth their leaves, while the maiden remains in the dark land, and the mourning mother grieves at Eleusis until her child comes back. Then the joy of Bragi, like that of Demeter, is greater than the sorrow which has happily passed away, and thus in Bunsen's words we have here a story which ' is an exact counterpart of the earliest myth of Herakles, who falls into the sleep of winter and lies there stiff and stark till lolaos wakes him by holding a quail to his nose.' * Iduna too comes back in the * ' God in History,' ii. 488. a xviii Introduction. shape of a quail, the bird of spring, the quail Artemis who has her home on the Ortygian island. This return of the stolen or captive maiden is one of the subjects to which the imagination of the North was most powerfully attracted. We have it in Grimm's story of Rapunzel who is imprisoned in the dismal tower, to which the lover ascends on the ladder made by her golden hair, the golden locks which are stolen away from Sif (V.) by Loki, and restored after a while more beautiful than ever. We have it in the story of the Dwarfs,* in which the maiden, like Persephone, eats a golden apple and sinks a hundred fathoms down in the earth, where the prince finds her with the nine-headed dragon on her lap, We see her again in the princess who lies seemingly dead in the House of Wood,f which breaks up in the spring like the ice. There is no mistaking the sudden thaw at the end of a Northern winter, as we read how the ' sides crack,' ' the doors were slammed back against the walls, the beams groaned as if they were being riven away from their fastenings ; the stairs fell down, and at last it seemed as if the whole roof fell in.' In the beau- tiful palace, in which the princess on becoming con- * Grimm. f Ibid. Introduction. xix scious finds herself, we see the loveliness which the earth puts on, on the sudden outburst of spring. The image of Iduna is but a reflection of that of Ingebjorg in the story of Frithiof (XIII.), who is deprived of his chosen bride as Bragi is despoiled by Thiasse (X.). Here the enemy whose wife Ingebjorg becomes, while Frithiof is gone to the Orkneys, is old King Ring, who appears in a more sombre and less kindly guise in the old Rink-rank of the German story,* and in the Troll in the legend of the Old Dame and her Hen in Dasent's collection.-f- Ingebjorg here becomes the wife of Frithiof's enemy ; but in other respects there is very little difference between his story and that of Odysseus (Ulysses). Like the chieftain of Ithaka, he comes back to find his home spoiled and his wealth gone ; like him, he returns in mean disguise (as do Boots and the Princes in scores of German stories) ; like him he is recognised by his dog, and jeered and flouted by the courtiers, until one who ventures to lay hands on him receives forthwith the punish- ment of Arnaios or Iros in the Odyssey. Like him, when he throws off his mean dress, he appears in all t ' Popular Talcs from the Norse. ' xx Introduction. the radiant beauty of youth, for Athene, the Dawn maiden, can make men young though twenty years of toil and sorrow may have passed since they had left their homes. Of course, Ring dies, and Ingebjorg becomes at last the wife of Frithiof, as Penelope is at last restored to Odysseus. But Frithiof has a magic ship Ellide, which knows his will and obeys his bidding; and this ship is none other than the patient ox in the story of Olaf the Saint (XII.), whose word makes the slow brute bound like a stag and fly with the swiftness of an eagle. These ships are the same as Skidbladnir, the magic bark of Freya, which can hold all the yEsir and can yet be folded up like a kerchief ; the iron-boat in the story of Big Bird Dan,* which ' moves if you only say, Boat, boat, go on ; ' the ships of the Phaiakians which have neither helm nor rigging, but which, veiled in mist, visit every city and corn-field in the earth. The clouds can move where they will, and without helmsmen or rowers they never fail to reach their destination ; and so no harm can befall the fleet of Alkinoos or the good ships of Frithiof and Olaf. In the stories of Christin (VIII.) and Iduna (X.), 4; Dasent, ' Popular Tales from the Norse.' Introduction. xxi we have seen beautiful maidens shut up in the heart of the earth. In the story of the giant Thrym (I.) it is Thor's magic hammer which is stolen away and buried eight fathoms deep. On this hammer, as on the presence of Iduna, the power of the vEsir depends. In the version here followed, Thor goes to the dwelling of Thrym disguised as a woman, an incident which vividly recalls similar scenes in the Greek stories of Theseus, Dionysos, Odysseus and Achilleus. But it was also told that the hammer came back of itself, rising one mile in each year for eight years, till it reaches once more the abode of Thor. Like this hammer, the Glass Coffin* rises through the floors of ice to the upper air, and the case, when opened, expands into a magnificent castle. Like this hammer, too, the brazen hammer in the Greek story takes nine years to descend from the earth into the lowest depths of Tartaros. The vein of quiet humour and familiarity with the highest gods is a prominent characteristic of Northern stories. This humour passes into seeming irreverence in the stories of the Master Smith,-fbut * Grimm, ' Household Stories.' \ Daient, ' Norse Tales. ' xxii Introduction. it is not peculiar to the folklore of Northern Europe. The tricks of Loki the god of the fire are the tricks of the Greek Hermes, the Master Thief who steals cattle when he is six hours old, and then going back to his cradle in the guise of a babe calmly says that he knows not what kind of things cows are ; * nor is Thor himself (IV.) more genial and rollicking than the Greek Herakles in many of the stories related of him. There is close kindred again between Loki and the fire-god Hephaistos, the Latin Vulcanus, who are reflected again in Volund (III.), (the Way- land Smith of Sir Walter Scott's ' Kenilworth,') who has a beautiful Valkyrie wife, as in the Iliad the lovely Charis is the wife of the limping Hephaistos, the youngest of the gods. The wonderful quern in the story of Frothi (VI.) is one of a vast number of vessels which are inex- haustible sources of wealth. It is, again, a quern in the Norse tale ' Why the Sea is Salt; ' but the same thought is presented in the horn of Amal- theia, in the can or pail of the milkwoman in the Hindu story of Surya Bai,f in the horn of Oberon, and the cauldron of Ceridwen. It is, in short, the * ' Tales of Ancient Greece,' p. 23. t Frere, ' Old Deccan Days.' Introduction. xxiii huge cauldron which Thor got for the giant Oegir (Ager) (XL), and whose savoury contents went spon- taneously to each guest as he might wish for them. It is the goblet of Tegan Euroron, the dish of Rhydderch, the basket of Gwyddno, the table of the Ethiopians to which no good thing is ever lacking, the lamp of Allah-ud-deen,* who has only to rub it and get all that his heart may desire. In the chaining of Fenris (IX.) the wolf is the great enemy of the ^Esir, and his kinsfolk are the great serpent Jormungand and Hela the ghastly goddess of death. He is the evil beast who is to devour the moon when the twilight of the gods has come : meanwhile, he finds occupation in swallow- ing maidens or goats, for he is the wolf who eats Little Red Capf or Red Riding Hood, and swallows the six little goats in the German story. J The story of Thorvald (VII.) has been sug- gested by a beautiful feature in the mythology which relates to the land of the ^Esir. The search for the foundation of Bifrost, the rainbow bridge of Heimdall, the lord of Himinbjorg, the city of heaven, is that yearning of the soul for a * ' Arabian Nights. ' f Grimm, ' Household Stories.' J Ibid. The Wolf and the Seven Little Goats.' xxiv Introduction. beauty unattainable on the earth, which finds ex- pression in the Christian legend of the Monk and the Bird,* whose singing, like that of Hjarrandi in the Gudrunlied can make a hundred years seem as but a moment. Scarcely less powerful than the spell of Hjarrandi is the charm of these stories, which delighted the common forefathers of Danes and Germans, Nor- wegians and Englishmen, Franks and Icelanders. We stand before a palace with a thousand doors, in which each room reveals wonders at once old and new ; and, if I mistake not, the key, which with these few words I place in the reader's hand, will enable him to wander at will through an enchanted abode beautiful as the Ganzblick in which Balder dwelt, for it does indeed bring before us the wonderful works of God, as they appeared to the minds of men and women like ourselves, who lived in the fresh childhood of the world. G. W. C. * See the poem of Archbishop Trench. WONDERFUL STORIES. i. HOW THOR RECOVERED HIS HAMMER. THOR was a mighty god. He ruled the summer- heat and raging thunder, and none among the Northern gods was more powerful than he. His beard was red as gold, and he wore a crown of twelve stars. His eyes flashed lightning when he went forth to battle, and the sound of his chariot- wheels echoed through the heavens. Greater was his palace than any ever built by man, and its halls gleamed as with the brightness of fire. Strongest of all the gods was Thor, and as if he had not strength enough in himself, it fell to his lot to own three things which made him so mighty that none might withstand him : his belt of power, which gave him double strength whenever he B 2 Wonderful Stories. girded it on; his iron gloves; and the wonderful hammer Miolnir. This marvellous hammer was as much coveted by the other gods as it was prized by Thor, since no evil could befall him who possessed it. But if Miolnir should fall into the hands of the Jotuns or giants, Thor would lose his power and the Jotuns would reign in Asgard. Asgard was the beautiful country of the good gods who were called Asi smiling and fertile, with green pastures, clear broad rivers, wild hunting- grounds, and fruits and flowers such as no child of earth has ever seen; whilst Jotunheim, where the giants lived, was a bleak desolate land with barren mountains and scarcely a tree or flower. Hence it was not strange that the giants should wish to change their dreary country for the blooming kingdom of Asgard. Amongst the Jotuns was a powerful king whose name was Thrym. He was lord of the Thursi the cold, shivering Thursi who knew not what warmth was. Very gloomy was the region over which Thrym reigned, and wherever he went cold and wretchedness followed in his train. He was a shaggy-looking giant with wrinkled How T/wr recovered his Hammer. 3 brow and furrowed cheeks, and hair and beard as white as snow. His hands were hard and cold as ice, and his touch alone would freeze the blood in a man's veins. He was quite as cold as his shivering people, which is not to be wondered at, since in the land of the Thursi there is no summer. It was winter, bleak winter, all the year round. Now Thrym, in his dreary home, often longed to have the beautiful Asgard for his kingdom ; and once he was very near getting it ; for, whilst Thor lay in a heavy sleep, Thrym seized his wonderful hammer, and hid it away. Great was the wrath of Thor when he awoke and found his hammer gone. He was a little frightened too ; that is, as frightened as it was- possible for so great a god to be. But he was far more angry than frightened ; for how should a Jotun dare to take the hammer of Thor? His anger was hot within him, and yet he must not show it, for it would go ill with him if everyone should know of his loss. Some of the Jotuns, wiser than Thrym, might take advantage of it, as Thrym would certainly have done had he known the value of his prize. B 2 4 Wonderful Stories. Thor therefore calmed himself, and, after ponder- ing for awhile, he called to Loki, the lord of the mighty fire, and told him what had happened. And when they had taken counsel together, they agreed to go to Freyia and ask her to help them. Freyia was the lovely wife of Oder. Her eyes were bluer than the blue forget-me-not, her com- plexion fairer than lilies and roses, her teeth were like pearls in a setting of coral, and her hair like glittering threads of gold. ' What dost thou want of me, O mighty Thor ?' asked Freyia. ' I want a robe with wings that will carry the wearer round the world,' answered Thor. ' The giant Thrym has stolen my hammer, and I must get it back without delay.' 'Thou shalt have a robe, and that speedily,' returned Freyia, ' though it should be woven with silver and gold.' For Freyia knew how needful it was that Thor should win back his hammer, and forthwith she brought forth from one of her great brazen-clasped chests a shining robe, with wings that flashed and sparkled in the sunlight. Thor took it very thankfully, and giving it to How Thor recovered his Hammer. ,5 Loki, said, ' Now put it on and fly away to Thrym, and bid him to give me back Miolnir, lest I come in wrath and take terrible vengeance upon him.' Then Loki donned the shining dress, highly pleased to find that the sparkling wings moved so easily that they would bear him through the air like a bird ; and he answered cheerily, ' No fear ! No fear ! I will bring Miolnir home with me.' And away he flew ; and the moving of the silver wings made a pleasant noise like the clashing of sweet-toned cymbals ; and Thor watched him flashing along like a shooting star until he was lost in the distance. On, on he flew, swifter than the wind, on towards Jotunheim. Thrym was seated upon his throne, a great mound of snow, frozen so hard that the Thursi had carved it into the form of a chair. And Thrym was making collars for his dogs, and combing his horses. As Loki drew near, the king of the frost-giants stopped in his task, and, looking up, said, ' How are you, Loki, and what brings you to Jotunheim ?' Now Thrym knew quite well why Loki had come, but he wished to hear what he would say. . 6 Wonderful Stories. ' The gods are full of anger because you have stolen Thor's hammer,' replied Loki; 'and they will not be appeased until you have given it up again.' ' That is a likely thing/ returned Thrym. ' Why should I give it back when I have had the trouble of taking it ? If they will give me something in exchange, then I may perhaps think about it.' ' What do you want ? ' asked Loki. Thrym considered for a moment, and then he said, ' You see that I am very dull and lonely here, in spite of my being king. I should be much happier if I had a wife, and I can't find anyone among the Jotuns to suit me. Now, I have never seen anyone so beautiful as Freyia, and Freyia I must have for a wife.' ' Freyia ! ' shouted Loki ' Freyia, the wife of Oder ? ' ' Yes, Freyia/ answered Thrym, quite calmly. ' And no one shall have Thor's hammer unless Freyia comes hither to be my bride.' 'Freyia!' repeated Loki, for he was too much surprised to say anything else. ' Yes, Freyia/ said Thrym once more. ' I have stowed the hammer away safely. It is hidden eight How Thor recovered his Hammer. 7 fathoms deep under the ice and snow, and unless you bring Freyia with you, you need not trouble yourself to come here again.' And Thrym went on combing the tangled mane of one of the horses ; and as he combed it, he hummed a song at least what sounded like a song to him, but if you had heard it you would have thought it a peal of thunder. After he had combed the mane to his pleasure, he whistled to one of his dogs. And if you had heard him whistling, you would have supposed it to be the great north-wind warring and blustering as though it would tear up the giant oaks. A great fierce dog came bounding up in answer to the summons, and Thrym fitted one of the golden collars round his neck. After which Thrym looked up at Loki. ' Why are you waiting ? ' said he ; ' you had better fly away with my message to the gods. Tell them, If Thor wants his hammer, he shall have it as soon as they send Freyia to me.' Loki knew that there was no use in further words. The giant Thrym had made up his mind, and nothing that he could say would alter it. So, spreading out his wings, he sped again to 8 Wonderfiil Stories. Asgard, to tell the gods how ill he had fared with his errand. On his way to the palace, of Oder, he met with Thor. ' What is to be done ? ' asked Thor, when he had heard what Loki had to tell him. * We must take counsel again with Freyia, and see if she can help us.' Together they went to the palace. ' How have you prospered ? ' asked Freyia. ' But ill,' replied Loki ; and then he told her what had befallen him with Thrym. The roses in Freyia's cheeks turned crimson as peonies when she heard what Thrym wanted, and her blue eyes shot forth flames like fire. She stamped with rage, and paced wildly up and down the marble floor. How should the beautiful wife of Oder become the wife of the Jotun Thrym ? ' You should have taken better care of the hammer,' said she to Thor. ' Do you think that I am going to leave Asgard just to please you ? Thrym may keep Miolnir for all I care. I will never be queen of the Thursi. I tell you I will not go.' ' If you do not go, we shall all have to leave How Thor recovered his Hammer, 9 Asgard together,' replied Thor ; ' for it will soon be noised abroad that Thrym has stolen my hammer, and the J-otuns will come at once and seize our beautiful country, and no one can hinder them.' Then all the gods who had been waiting for Loki's return began to urge first one thing and then another; and as no one liked to have his counsel set aside, they all waxed fierce and shouted at one another, until there was such an uproar that it was quite impossible to hear anything that was said ; and all the time Freyia was pacing up and down, tearing her hair and weeping, and saying again and again that she would never be the bride of the Jotun Thrym. I do not know how long this state of things would have lasted, had not a very wise god, named Heimdall, stepped forward to say how they might win back Thor's hammer, though Freyia should yet remain in Asgard. ' Let us dress Thor in Freyia's garments,' said Heimdall. ' With Freyia's silken robes, and bright necklace, and a long veil over his face, he may deceive Thrym, and win back the hammer himself.' ' That will do, that will do,' shouted the gods, all excepting Thor. io Wonderful Stories. ' That will do,' cried Freyia ; ' the thought is good.' But Thor did not think it good, and his wrath at the counsel was even greater than the rage of Freyia had been. The walls of the palace shook as he strode up and down the great hall, and he waved his arms about so fiercely that the other gods were fain to keep out of his way, since a blow from the heavy hand of Thor would have smitten them to the ground. But the crafty Loki crept near to him and whispered, ' Nay, Thor, be not angry. Think yet again. Heimdall has not spoken unwisely. Something must be done, and that right quickly, if the gods are to reign yet in Asgard. If your hammer is not forthwith brought back, we shall have the Jotuns upon us before we are aware ; and then all will be over with the Asi, and they must, sorrowing, depart from this land of joy and beauty.' 'What! am I to be dressed as a woman?' thundered Thor. ' It is only a wise trick to enable you to act as a man and a god,' returned Loki. ' What matters it if, for once in your life, you put on a flowing veil and glittering ornaments ? It is better than to be How Thor recovered his Hammer. 1 1 banished from your home, or, worse still, to be a slave to the Thursi.' Thus spake Loki, till at last Thor suffered him- self to be dressed as a bride. His hair was braided and hung with jewels, Freyia's necklace was placed round his neck, while her keys dangled at his belt. And over all the tiring maidens flung a long veil of shimmering silver-gauze. Truly he looked a very stately bride, a head taller than most of the Asi ; but then you must remember that Thrym was a giant, so that by his side Thor would not look so large. Well pleased that he had thus prevailed with Thor, Loki made ready the chariot drawn by two strong he- goats, and he and Thor stepping into it, they set off upon their journey. The mountains shook at the rumbling of the chariot- wheels, the earth trembled, and the great oaks bent their heads ; for all things knew that Thor, the son of Odin, journeyed along, and that he was in terrible wrath. Soon there was a stir throughout the land of the Thursi. For Thrym had heard the panting of the he-gcats, and had called to his people and said, ' Up, up, ye Thursi ! stir yourselves, make ready a 1 2 Wonderful Stories. feast, and prepare for merry doings. My bride cometh from the land of Asgard. Up, up ! and greet her loyally.' And the Thursi roused themselves, and the feast was spread in the banqueting-hall. Great barrels of mead ; oxen and sheep roasted whole ; huge sal- mon, and savoury cates, all mighty in size, as became the greatness of the Jotun Thrym. And Thrym, king of the Thursi, listened eagerly. Louder and louder sounded the whirring of the chariot- wheels. Swiftly the chariot drew nearer, for the he-goats sped too fleetly to touch the ground. Thrym could see it now a small speck far away in the blue distance. Soon he could discern the polished horns of the goats shining in the sunlight, and the showers of glittering sparks and flashes of fire that played around the chariot. Nearer nearer. And then was heard a roar of many voices shout- ing, ' Welcome to the wife of Oder ! Welcome to the beautiful Freyia ! Welcome to the bride of Thrym !' Thor's wrath burned within him, but Loki twitched his veil and besought him to curb his anger, whilst Thrym, stalking through the frost- giants, stepped forward to hand out the bride from How Tkor recovered Ids Hammer. 1 3 the chariot. But Loki glided in between them. ' Let me lead the bride into the banquet/ he said. ' None must speak to her until after supper.' And Loki led Thor to the festal board, whisper- ing as he went along, ' Do not betray yourself too soon.' Thor was scarcely in the humour to take counsel from anyone ; nevertheless he remained silent, and moodily seated himself at the table. The Thursi looked admiringly at the splendid figure, covered with sparkling jewels that shone out hazily through the flowing veil. The king himself gazed with delight, for he believed that he had won a right fair bride, and had humbled the pride of the Asi. She can eat well, too, thought he, as the bride devoured a full-grown ox and eight salmon, and drank three firkins of the frothing mead. ' What a hungry maiden ! ' quoth he in an under- tone. Loki heard it, and, leaning forward, answered, ' Her appetite is great, O Thrym ! for she hath neither eaten nor drunk for eight long days, so much hath she desired to see thee.' Then Thrym, king of the Thursi, felt pleased, 14 Wonderf id Stories. and, when supper was over, he lifted the veil to give the bride a kiss. The tiring maidens had painted Thor's face with white and red to look like a woman's ; but they could not take away the fierce glitter of his eyes, that gleamed more fiercely than ever now. Thrym started back. ' Her eyes seem on fire,' he said. But again the crafty Loki put in his word. ' Ah! she hath had no sleep for eight long nights, so much did she long to see thee.' Then again was the foolish Jotun well pleased, and called for his sister to come and greet the beau- teous princess from Asgard. And when she came, and beheld the golden rings and armlets that Thor wore, she said, ' If thou wouldst win my love, give me of thy jewels.' But Thor made no reply. Then said the king of the Thursi, ' Bring out Thor's hammer ; so shall we fulfil our word. A bride as fair as Freyia is well worth its ransom.' The heart of Thor was full of gladness when Miolnir was laid before him. He could scarcely keep down his joy, but it was not yet time to show himself. How Thor recovered his Hammer. 1 5 He waited till Thrym drew near to take his hand in token of betrothal ; then up he sprang, and brandishing the hammer high above his head, he shouted, ' I am Thor ! ' And down he struck the giant to the earth, with so fell a blow that Thrym lay dead at his feet. Next he set to work to slay all the giants who had taken part in the feast, and, this done, he turned and slew the Jotun's sister who had asked him for bridal gifts. Then, as there were no more Thursi to kill, he said quietly to Loki, ' Make ready the chariot, that we may return home.' And as they drove along, lo ! everything was changed : the mountains shook not, neither did the forest trees tremble, for there flashed no fire forth from the chariot-wheels, which rolled smoothly and noiselessly over the ground. The dark clouds fled away, the hills burst into verdure, the earth was hung with garlands of flowers, and the tall pines raised their crests proudly, as though they would touch the heavens. Thor had won back his hammer, and was re- turning in triumph to Asgard, and his power and glory were felt throughout heaven and earth. 1 6 Wonderful Stories. II. THE STORY OF BALDER. BALDER'S DREAMS. ODIN, the king of the Asi, had many sons. Thor was the eldest and bravest, but Balder was the best and the most beautiful. His hair was bright as the sunshine, his eyes shone as the stars of heaven, and no flower of earth was so fair as his smooth white brow. His voice was sweet as the murmur of running waters, and the words he spoke were so full of wisdom that the Asi were never tired of listening to them. Truth reigned in his heart, and no evil thought ever found entrance there. All the gods loved Balder, and his praises sounded throughout Asgard. He had a fine palace in the broad heavens, called Breidablik, into which nothing evil might enter ; and on its pillars were carved Runic rhymes that had the power of giving back life to the dead. Balder had a wife named Nanna, who loved him tenderly, and they dwelt in all happiness together. The Story of Balder. \ 7 Quickly the days flew by as Balder and Nanna loitered among the pleasant groves and gardens, listening to the song of the birds, and gathering the fruits and flowers that never failed nor faded, for in the country of the Asi there was always summer. But suddenly, in the midst of his happiness, came to Balder dark dreams, which filled him with a secret fear that danger was nigh at hand. ' What aileth thee ? ' asked Nanna, who saw that her husband's step was not light, as it was wont to be; that his voice had a mournful tone; and that his eyes were full of sadness. ' Dreams that I cannot understand come to me night after night/ said Balder ; ' I cannot forget them.' ' Dreams are idle things,' answered Nanna ' Balder should be wiser than to care about them.' But when she looked at Balder's anxious face, she too began to feel frightened ; and she told her fears to the Asi, and when they heard of Balder's dreams, they also were afraid. Then Balder went to his mother. He found her weaving with her maidens in one of the many halls of Odin's palace. ' O mother Friga ! is there aught to fear in these dreams of mine ?' asked Balder. C 1 8 Wonderful Stories. And Friga listened whilst he told her of the dark visions that came to him night after night ; but she replied not to his question, for she knew that the dreams foretold death. 'I will talk with thy father/ she said. 'Now hasten back to Nanna and comfort her. Tell her that Odin is all-wise, and will be able to turn aside evil from thee.' Yet after Balder had departed, the queen sat down and wept, for her heart was very heavy. Must Balder the Beautiful indeed die ? Odin found her still weeping when he returned from hunting. She was so full of grief that she did not hear his footstep, and when he lard his hand upon her shoulder she started with fear ; for she was dreaming of death, and thought that the hand of Death lay already heavy upon her. Then she told Odin of Balder's dreams and asked, ' O Odin, shall our son indeed die ? Can nothing be done to save him ? ' Odin looked sad as he made answer, ' If all things were loving to him as we are, then could no ill befall him.' And Friga said, ' Thou canst command all things. Let all things take an oath that they will The Story of Balder. 19 not hurt Balder. Let us go through the world ourselves and see that this is done. There is nothing that can withstand the king and queen of heaven.' THE OATH. The sun rose upon the palace of Odin, the famous Valhalla, whose ceiling was formed of glittering spears, roofed in with golden shields. Over the benches of the great hall were strewn coats of mail of cunning workmanship, while armour and weapons of war were piled on every side. The king and queen and all the Asi were gathered together. And Odin spoke : ' O Asi, will ye swear to do no harm to Balder?' And the voices of the gods sounded like a burst of glorious music as they answered, ' We swear!' And Odin spoke again, ' I ask ye, O spears and arrows, poisoned barb and pointed javelin, sword, shield, and weapon of every kind, that ye take an oath to do no harm to Balder.' And a fierce clash rang through the splendid hall. For so the weapons answered back their lord and master. c 2 20 Wonderful Stories. And forth from the mighty palace, through the outer courts, through the broad roadways, through one of the five hundred and forty gates through each of which eight hundred warriors might march abreast, the king and queen went forth into the world alone, and on foot, for they went on an errand of love, and not on a journey of state. First, of the dazzling sun did Odin take an oath, that neither in his noon-day heat, nor in his rising beams, nor in his setting rays, would he ever do hurt to Balder. And every cruel beast that prowled for prey, and every harmless beast that roamed the earth, the treacherous snake and the hideous worm, swore that from them no harm should come to Odin's son. And every bird that twittered on the boughs, the soaring eagle and the keen-eyed hawk, and every creeping thing, and every humming insect, and every fish that swam in shallow rivers swore to the king and queen that they would do no hurt to Balder. And every giant tree of the forest, and every bending bush by the river-side, every reed that sighed, and every twining plant that crept over the Tlte Story of Balder. 21 earth, swore that no harm should come through them to Balder. And every flower lifted up its perfumed blossoms as Friga bent over them, and softly swore the oath, even before she asked them ; and the rich ripe fruit, that glowed all yellow and purple and crimson, echoed the words of the gods. Through forest, through meadow, through fallow land, on they went to the shores of the great ocean ; and the waves reared their crested heads and roared back, ' We swear,' in answer to the prayer of the king of heaven. Up rose the whale, the glittering dolphin, and the shark, and all the tribe of fishes and sea- monsters, and swore to do no hurt to Balder. The mighty rocks trembled as they heard the shout, and they too swore to do him no harm. The winds awoke when Odin called upon them, and wailed and shrieked, 'We swear, we swear !' And the clouds rolled together, and from their midst the thunder pealed, 'I swear;' and the forked lightning sealed the oath. Then Odin and his wife turned their steps to- wards the vast cities dotted over the world, and all the people took the oath. And pale Sickness and 2 2 Wonderful Stories. wasting Famine came forth to meet the king, but, before he suffered them to go back to their lurking- places, he had made them swear that their hands should never touch the form of Balder. Swiftly the king and queen then travelled on- wards swiftly, as only the gods can travel. And the sun went down in the heavens, and the evening dews fell, and the moon and stars shone out in the night sky. And from the rimy dew, and from the moon and stars, did Odin take an oath, even from the night itself, that its dark shadows should never hurt Balder. Odin and his wife were in the snow-regions now, and the great ice-blocks sparkled in the moonlight ; and ice and frost and snow and hail and thaw swore faithfully to do no harm to Balder. And still the king and queen of Asgard jour- neyed on. The way was cold, and the moon was hidden behind the clouds ; but huge fires were burning on either side, to light them on their way. And from the fire that leaped and twisted and roared like a living creature, did Odin take an oath that neither fire nor heat should ever injure Balder. Then the king and queen sat down to rest, for The Story of Balder. 23 their work was done. All things had sworn to do no harm to their son, and Balder henceforth need fear no evil. Everything had sworn but one small twig, that seemed to Odin and his wife too young and tender to take an oath from. It was too weak to hurt anyone. So the king and queen rose up with fresh strength, and went back to their own land. And Balder's dreams were thought of no more, and all went well with him. Now, since the oath had been taken, the Asi often amused themselves with shooting arrows at Balder, or throwing spears, or hurling stones, as he stood for a target ; and none could wound him, since wood and iron, stone and poisoned barb had sworn the oath to do no harm to Balder. LOKTS TRICK. But Loki, the lord of fire, was very angry when he found that no harm happened to the good Balder. ' How is it/ he asked, ' that nothing can hurt Balder?' 24 Wonderful Stories. And answer was made to him : ' All things have sworn an oath that they will do no hurt to Balder.' Then was Loki still more wroth. Why should all things swear such an oath ? Why should Balder be safe from all harm ? It was only an idle story that the Asi were telling him ; he would not believe that it was true. And he determined to find out for himself all about it from Friga. Therefore he made himself look like an old woman, because he knew that if he went in his own form the queen would not speak to him. And first he praised up Balder, and said ho\v good and beautiful he was, and what a great thing it was that everything in the world had promised not to hurt him. He must be greatly loved by all. ' Yes,' said Friga, ' the work was easily done. Everything loved Balder and was willing to take the oath.' ' Everything ? ' said Loki, in wonder. ' Everything,' answered the queen, 'that is, every- thing except one poor little twig that grew upon an oak planted eastward of Valhalla a slender The Story of Balder. 2 5 sprout called mistletoe ; it was so weak that it was not worth while to take an oath from it.' ' Yes ; it was quite useless,' said Loki. And he went away, but not home. He bent his steps to the oak that Friga had spoken of, and there he found the little twig grown into a strong bush, with pliant green boughs and pearly berries. Carefully he cut the plant away, and carried it off to Niflheim, the home of the Mist, where, in a secret room of his palace, he fashioned the straightest and strongest branch into a sharp arrow. He dared not use any feathers, for the feathers would not have carried it against Balder, so he split the fibres as fine as it was possible- to split them, and made them so like feathers that one could scarcely have told them from real ones. And when it was done he made a present of it to Hoder, one of Balder's brothers. Now Hoder was blind, and therefore could not see who had given him the arrow, or perhaps he might have suspected mischief. 26 Wonderful Stories. THE SHOOTING MATCH. Outside the gates of Valhalla there is a wood called Glasir. In this wood the leaves of the trees are all of red gold. Here the heroes who have fallen in battle on earth, and have been taken to Asgard, amuse them- selves with fighting and slaying each other afresh, but they always come back to life at breakfast-time. When they care no more for this sport, they hunt the wild boar Schrimner, upon whose flesh they feast at eventide ; but in the morning they find him alive again, and ready for another day's hunting. Here, in an open space, were the gods assembled for a shooting match, and Balder stood ready to serve as a mark for them. Beautiful he looked, with folded arms, still as a statue. His fair hair flowed over his shoulders, and his blue eyes were placid as a blue lake when the wind has gone down. Nanna, his wife, was there, and Friga and all her court, to see the shooting. Each tried his skill. Some hit Balder, and others missed the mark ; but of those arrows that struck, none harmed him. The Story of Balder. 27 Last came the blind Hoder. Strong he was, and his skill in shooting was wonderful. ' Welcome, good brother,' cried Balder ; and Hoder aimed his arrow in the direction of the voice. Once, twice he shot. * Well done ! thou hast hit the mark/ said Balder, laughing ; ' blind men have better eyes than those who can see.' Then Hoder fitted his third arrow to the bow. It was one that Loki had given him. 'Take steady aim, good Hoder,' said Balder, and again, guided by the voice, Hoder drew his bow. The arrow whizzed through the air. It struck Balder, and, with a sudden cry, he fell. 'I die! I die!' Quickly was Balder raised up, but it was of no avail. The light had gone out of his blue eyes, and his arms hung powerless. Balder was dead ! ' Balder is dead ! is dead ! ' echoed through the wood. ' Dead ! Nay, who hath broken the oath ? ' cried Odin, as he rushed forward. And Friga followed him, and leaning over her son, strove to call him back to life. 28 Wonderful Stories. Nanna held Balder's head on her lap. ' Hush ! ' she said, ' he only sleeps, he is not dead ; all things have sworn that they will do no harm to Balder.' And she tenderly drew the arrow from the wound. Friga took it, and, looking carefully, she saw that it was made of the wood of the slender twig that grew on the oak eastward of Valhalla. Then she knew at once that there had been treachery. She remembered the old woman. ' It is Loki,' she said, ' who has done this.' FRIGA'S COUNSEL. Odin's grief was very terrible. Balder was so good, so greatly beloved. What would the Asi do without Balder ? And the mourning throughout the land of Asgard was very bitter. It was as if the sun had set for ever since Balder was gone. At length Friga roused herself. ' Why should we give up hope ? Perhaps we may be able to win back Balder. Hela is not always cruel; it may be that she will give up him who has fallen by crafty wiles into her hands.' But Odin shook his head. ' Balder is too fair a prize for Death to give up.' The Story of Balder. 29 ' At least we may try/ answered Friga. ' Who,' she asked, 'amongst the Asi is bold enough to ride to Hell and ask Hela to give us back our beloved Balder ? ' Then stepped forward Hermod, another of Odin's sons. ' O mother Friga, I will ride to Hell, and see whether I may not win back our brother Balder.' ' Up, then ! There is no time to lose ; the journey is long and the path is rugged. Hasten away, and we will perform the funeral rites, so that there may be no hindrance on that score.' Then was Odin's horse Sleipner saddled, and the brave Hermod mounted him and rode away. Now the horse Sleipner had eight legs, and his speed was as the speed of the wind. BALDER'S FUNERAL. Then the Asi made all things ready, that the body of Balder should receive due honours ; and they gave command that it should be carried on board his own ship Ringhorne, and that then the funeral pile should be raised. The good ship Ringhorne lay upon the beach, fast driven on the sand ; and when the Asi strove to move her, not an inch could she be stirred. 30 Wonderful Stories. ' It needs a giant to do this,' said the Asi. And they sent to Jotunheim. Soon came the giantess Hyrrocken, riding upon an enormous wolf; her reins were vipers, and she brought four berserks to hold the wolf when she alighted. She went straight to the shore, and going to the prow of the vessel, gave it one push. Straightway from the rollers on which it was raised, fire shot forth, the earth shook, and the ship glided into the water. Thor was wroth at this, for it seemed too much like his own power over the lightning, and he would have killed the giantess had not the other gods besought him for her. The funeral train was a very long one : Odin, with his ravens Huginn and Muninn; Friga and the Valkyries, the goddesses of slaughter, who waited on Odin, each with her glittering spear and proud unmoved countenance ; Frey, in a chariot drawn by Gullinborst, the golden-haired boar that drew the sun-god's chariot round the world ; Heimdaller, on the horse Guldtopp; and all the Asi in their brightest array. The one-eyed Hrimthursi were there, and the mountain-giants The Story of Balder. 31 had come from their barren homes, for Balder was loved by every one far and near. Upon the funeral pile was placed the favourite horse of Balder and his riding gear. At the last the body of the beautiful god was laid there also, and Odin took a torch and lighted the pile. The flames sprang quickly up, and into the flames he cast Balder's ring, Dropner. Higher, higher flashed the fire. Soon would the body of Balder be quite burnt up. Wild was the mourning of the Asi; and they bowed their heads and cried, 'Woe! woe! for Balder the Beautiful is snatched from life. Cruel Death holds him in her cold arms. Woe ! woe ! for there is none among the Asi like unto Balder the Fair ! ' As for poor Nanna, the wife of Balder, she had died of grief. HERMOD'S RIDE. Now when the brave Hermod mounted Sleipner, he let the reins hang loose, so that the swift steed might feel no curb. And on and on, faster than the flight of the swiftest eagle, he galloped along. 32 WonderfitlStories. Nothing stayed him. Over hill, through valley, lake, and river, the horse Sleipner dashed without once stopping. Then the skies grew darker, but it was not the darkness of night. He was drawing nigh to the regions of Hela, the regions trodden only by the dead. Nine days and nine nights he rode through deep dark valleys, so dark that he could not see where he was going. ' On, Sleipner, on ! ' And Sleipner paused not, but thundered through the deep valleys, whose silence was broken only by the sound of the horse's hoofs. ' On, Sleipner, on ! ' Darker grew the valley, blacker than midnight ; on galloped the horse and the rider a flash of lightning across the valley of thunder. 'Whither, O Sleipner, whither dost thou bear me?' There is a dark river whose waters are blacker than pitch and almost as thick. Across it is thrown a bridge overlaid with gold. It is the bridge Gyall, and none but the dead pass over it. Out came Modgunn, the maiden who keeps the bridge. The Story of Balder. 33 ' What is thy name ? ' she asked. ' Hermod, the son of Odin.' ' Five companies of dead men have crossed the bridge/ she said, ' but it rang under no step but thine. Thou hast the look of the living, not of the dead ; wherefore dost thou follow in their path ? ' ' I ride to Hell to seek for Balder. Tell me, hast thou seen him ? ' ' Yea, he hath passed the bridge. Over the bridge Gyall he came. If thou wouldst follow him, take the road northward ; that leads to Hell.' On galloped Hermod. And long did Modgunn hear the clattering of Sleipner's hoofs in the distance. Darker and harder became the path ; but Sleipner thundered on. Nine days and nine nights had he galloped without resting, yet neither rider nor horse was weary. At length they reached the fence that surrounds the palace of Hela. But there was no entrance for the living. And Hermod saw that the fence was high, and that every gate was locked and barred, and the air was so heavy that he could not raise his voice loud enough to make anyone hear. D 34 Wonderful Stories. ' On, Sleipner, on ! ' And Sleipner pricked up his ears and with one bound cleared the fence, and Hermod was at the door of Hela's palace. HELA'S DECREE. Hermod found the palace door open, and he walked in and wandered through many rooms and passages until he came to the great hall, where he found Balder in a place of honour. There too he found Hela, and he told Hela how the gods grieved for the death of Balder, and besought. her to let Balder go back to Asgard. ' The king offers anything he has for a ransom.' ' Nought that the king has would be of any worth to me,' said Hela ; ' what are the treasures of the living to the dead ? I covet nothing that Odin owns.' But Hermod was not daunted, and he still besought Hela to find a way for Balder to return to life. Then Hela thought for awhile, and after deep pondering, she said : ' I have heard that Balder is greatly beloved. If he is so beloved that everything in the world weeps for him, then may The Story of Balder. 35 he go back to Asgard ; but if one single thing refuses to weep for him, then must he remain with me for ever." Then Balder came near and said : ' I give thee my thanks, O Hermod, that for my sake thou hast ridden on this perilous journey. If I should not come back, tell Odin to keep the ring Dropner in memory of me, and tell Hoder not to grieve, since my death was no fault of his.' Then he gave the ring Dropner to Hermod, and the ring had a strange power, for every ninth night it brought forth eight rings like itself, because it had passed through the fire on Balder's funeral pile. Nanna too came near and sent gifts to Friga, and a gold ring to Fulla, the queen's handmaiden. And Hermod remounted Sleipner, and rode away from Hell. WHO WILL WEEP FOR BALDER? The Asi listened day after day for the sound of Sleipner's hoofs. Day after day Friga went up to the topmost tower of the palace, but Hermod was not in sight. D 2 36 Wonderful Stories. ' Heimdall, Heimdall ! canst thou not yet hear him ? ' she asked. For Heimdall's ears were sharper than those of the other Asi, so sharp that he could hear the wool growing on the backs of the sheep, and the tender blades of grass springing up in the meadows. But Heimdall could hear only what was going on in the upper world, his hearing could not pierce the regions of Hela. At last Heimdall spoke : ' Hermod has reached the upper world ; I hear the hoofs of Sleipner strike the ground.' Then Friga took her station upon the watch- tower, so that she might catch the first glimpse of the rider. Perchance he might bring her beloved Balder back with him. ' Is he very far off, Heimdall ? ' ' Three thousand leagues away ; yet never fear, Sleipner runs like the wind, and he will soon be here.' Friga waited a little, then again she looked forth. 'I see a speck, a tiny speck. Can it be Hermod?' Then Heimdall looked forth and listened eagerly. ' It is Hermod ! ' ' Is he alone ? ' The Story of Balder. 37 ' He is alone. But one rider touches the panting sides of Sleipner.' Then the queen wrung her hands, and went down into the great hall to await with the king and the Asi the coming of Hermod. Through the wide gates, and up the stately ave- nue, the rider came. He scarcely waited for his steed to stop before he sprang from the saddle. He dashed up the broad steps into the palace, and there was a great cry : ' What news, O Hermod ? ' Then Hermod told how Hela had decreed that if all things in heaven and earth should weep for Balder, then might he come back to Asgard. Then Friga took courage again, for she knew how much Balder was beloved. And the bidding went forth, ' Let everything weep for Balder.' And all around were sighs and lamentations. There was not a dry eye among the Asi; the tears rolled down to the beard of Odin, and even Thor wept. Hoder had never ceased to weep, and all things wept, showing the sorrow of the gods. The clouds burst into gentle showers, the earth was bathed in dew, the air was dimmed by the veil 3 8 Wonder fu I Stories. that the dewdrops threw over it, and the moon and the stars grew pale from sorrow. And beasts, and birds, and trees, and flowers, all mourned, there was nothing in heaven and earth that wept not. ' Surely he may come back,' said Friga, ' for all have wept for Balder.' 'All?' Then came a messenger who had been sent forth to see if there was anyone who did not weep. His face was pale and grave, and he looked as one who bore heavy tidings. The queen approached him anxiously. And thus spake the messenger, ' There is a giantess named Thock. She doth not weep for Balder's death. She sits and mutters, " Neither in life nor yet in death, did Balder give me gladness. Let Hela keep her prey." ' Then Friga threw herself on the ground, and wept, for she knew that Balder would never come back to Asgard. And Odin also knew that hope was at an end. Moreover, he believed that the giantess Thock was none other than the evil envious Loki. 7 he Story of Balder. 39 THE RETURN OF BALDER. But not for ever will Friga weep for Balder, not for ever will Odin mourn his son, not for ever will Hela keep her prey, for the day is at hand, nay is even now come, when the gates of her dreary kingdom shall be unlocked, and she shall no longer hide in darkness those who are born to light. A gentle breeze is blowing over a country more beautiful even than Asgard, a new sun is shining. The corn is springing from unsown fields, the flowers are bursting into blossom on every side ; laughter and joy and sweetest strains of music resound over the plains of Ida, and there rises a glorious palace, the palace of Gimli, more splendid even than Valhalla. There the Asi have assembled in peace once more, for the dark days of Ragnarok have passed away, and Surtur has purified the world with fire. A train moves slowly over the plain, and at its head are seen two who move like kings Balder the Beautiful and his brother Hoder whom Vali the avenger slew. Him Balder had welcomed to the dreary home of Hela and soothed his grief and bid him not despair, for he had learned the won- 4o Wonder/id Stories. drous runes that told how Hela should in time set all her prisoners free. And so the brothers waited and hoped for the day of freedom, and the scales fell from Hoder's eyes, and he was no more blind. He looked upon Balder, and the two loved one another better even than in the olden days, for sorrow and captivity bound them closer together. Over the plains of Ida moves the train. Nanna is there, and many a long-imprisoned one ; and as it advances the Asi standing around the throne of Odin send forth a shout that rends the air: 'All hail ! all hail ! Hail Balder the Beautiful ! ' And Friga clasps her long-lost Balder in her arms, and all her grief is swept away in that ecstasy of joy. Joy for ever and ever ; for nevermore can harm happen to Balder. He will dwell with those he loves for ever in the halls of Gimli. And Friga has ceased to weep, for she has regained her long-lost son. The Story of Volund. 4 1 III. THE STORY OF VOLUND. THERE \v&s once a king of Finnland who had three sons, all eager lovers of hunting. The two elder were named Slagfin and Egil, the youngest was called Volund. But Volund not only loved hunting like his brothers ; he had a power which his brothers did not possess. He was a wonderful craftsman at the forge, and could make arrow-heads, spears, and weapons of all kinds. Moreover, he could model shields with rare chasing, and sometimes would fashion chains and armlets of fine gold that the daintiest queen might be proud to wear. So well he loved his work that he spent more than half his time at the forge, and never gave it up but for a day's hunting with his brothers. And more than once he even gave up the chase, for though he loved hunting well, he loved his anvil better. And his workshop was quite a sight to see 42 Wonderful Sturies. with all the wonderful things that he had made hanging round. At last Slagfin said to Egil, ' Volund spends too much of his time at the forge, it is not work be- fitting a king's son. He will lose all interest in the chase, unless something is done to rouse him.' And Egil replied : ' Thou hast spoken well, my brother, and a thought has come into my mind I am growing tired of the hunting grounds near home ; the sport is not so good as it used to be. But far away in Ulfdal, on the shores of Ulf lake, is a mighty forest. There we may chase the wolf and the wild boar, and in the lake we may catch more fish than we shall know what to do with. Let us go thither and take Volund with us. Then will he forget his forge and his bellows, and live as a king's son ought to live.' The idea pleased Slagfin greatly, and away he went to Volund to propose the plan. He found Volund at work upon slender spears of a new pattern. ' Ha ! ' he said, as he took one of them up to look at, ' we could make good use of this at Ulfdal. What do you say to going there with Egil and myself? We might build a hut on the borders of the lake, and live upon the game we T/ie Story of Volund. 43 kill. You have been toiling at your forge too long, the change will do you good.' ' I must finish this spear first,' returned Volund, ' it is the best of the lot, and though it is so light, it is so strong that nothing can blunt its point or break it in twain.' ' Work away, then,' said Slagfin, ' but be ready to start with Egil and myself by to-morrow's dawn. You must bring your choicest weapons with you, for we expect rare sport.' ' Take any you please,' answered Volund, ' for I have no time to choose for you. The spear I am working upon will suffice for me, I shall want no other weapon.' Then Slagfin chose out arrows, and sharp spears, and hooks, and strong chains, long nails and a heavy hammer. ' We must build for ourselves,' he said, ' for no man dwells on the borders of Ulf lake.' ' So much the better,' responded Volund ; ' I like the sound of my hammer, and the song of the birds, better than the voices of men.' And Slagfin went away well pleased that Volund was willing to go to Ulfdal. And early in the morning, just as the sun was rising over the low 44 Wonderful Stories. hills, the three brothers were seen loaded with their hunting gear, starting off for the wild forest that bordered the lake. Volund was strong" and mighty of limb ; he had muscles almost as strong as those of Thor, his eyes were dark, and his black hair curled crisply round his brow. He was not so handsome as his fair-headed brothers, but he was taller and more like a king, and everyone said as he passed along, ' There is no one in Finnland to equal Volund.' Further and further they left the city behind, wilder grew the country and the sun shone high above them. ' Shall we not rest ? ' asked Egil ; ' we have journeyed many a mile and my limbs are weary ; besides, it will be pleasanter travelling when the sun goes down.' Then Volund smiled : ' If you were accustomed as I am to the heat of the forge, you would not mind the sun's rays. Nevertheless, let it be as you please/ he added throwing himself down at the foot of a tall pine tree; 'there is no hurry for getting to Ulfdal, the game will not chide our loitering, since it will give them longer life in the forest.' The Story of Vb'lund. 45 So the three brothers rested and after awhile set out again on their march. There remained yet three days' journey to Ulfdal. But at length they reached it, and were repaid for their toil when they saw the tall pines shoot up their branches high into the air, and heard the low growl of the wolf not far off, and beheld the blue lake stretching out like a quiet sea with the wild swan sailing on its glassy waters and the water-fowl rustling among the reeds and rushes. ' This is a pleasant place,' quoth Slagfin. Then the brothers heaped together a pile of boughs and brushwood and made themselves a fire. And Egil fitted an arrow to his bow and shot the sea-fowl as they lazily fluttered by, whilst Slagfin cast a net into the lake and hauled up a plentiful supply of fish. Meanwhile the strong Volund had cut down several pines and built up a hut so quickly that Slagfin and Egil thought it had been done by magic. It was but a rude hovel for the sons of a king, but what did the princes care ? The summer sun shone brightly and the nights were warm, and besides they loved hunting well enough to care little for all discomforts. 46 Wonderful Stories. They spent their time in the forest, and many a wolf-skin would they have to carry back to Finn- land. Many a wild boar fell under the spear of Volund, and there was great slaughter among the water-fowl and the wild-deer. Day after day went by, and Volund rejoiced so much in the great free forest that Slagfin and Egil hoped that he had forgotten his forge. One morning when they went forth from the hut they marvelled at hearing voices in the distance ; and not the voices of men, but low sweet tones and gentle laughter, such as they were accustomed to hear from the queen's ladies at court. And lo, close by the water's edge there sat three fair maidens spinning flax. And as they span they sang a song that even to Volund sounded sweeter than the notes of the forest birds. The brothers drew nearer, and never had they seen faces so fair as those of the three maidens, who were so busily engaged in their task that they did not see Volund and his brothers until they were close to them. When however they did see them, they seemed in no whit abashed, but began to talk to them, and to tell them how they too had heard of the quiet The Story of Volund. 47 Ulf lake and had determined to leave their own country and abide on the outskirts of the wild forest. ' So we put on our swan-coats and flew away/ said the maidens, ' and the king, our father, knows not what has become of us.' When Slagfin heard that the damsels were king's daughters he was very glad, for he had already fallen in love with one of them. So also had Egil, and so even had Volund, and by good luck each had chosen a different princess. There was no need of quarrelling in the matter, and it was soon arranged that the three princes should marry the three princesses and that they should all remain in Ulfdal together. For a long time everything went on well, and they were all very happy, and Volund and his brothers would have been content to live for ever in the forest with their beautiful wives. They went out hunting together, and Volund had built up a forge and he made all sorts of ornaments for his wife and her sisters. But it happened that the sisters grew tired of the life they were leading. Though Volund and his brothers did not know it, their wives were 48 Wonderful Stories. Valkyries, who loved war better than anything else, and so they became weary of the pleasures of hunting and longed to go to battle again. And one day when their husbands were absent they put on their swan-coats and flew away. When the brothers came back and found that their wives had left them they were in great trouble, and Slagfin and Egil determined to stay no longer in Ulfdal, but to seek through the world for their lost princesses. But Volund resolved to stay where he was, hoping that perchance his wife might come back to him ; and he continued to make armlets and necklaces and delicate chains to please her when she should return. But alas ! she never came back. And after a time it came to pass that Nidad, King of Sweden, heard tell of Volund and how he could make all sorts of armour and weapons and trinkets. And Nidad sent a band of armed men to Ulfdal, who took Volund and brought him to Sweden. There he was obliged to work at the forge for the King's pleasure, and to make swords of sharp- ness and shoes of swiftness, and other marvels for The Story of Vb'lund. 49 the king and his people. And Volund was very angry and several times sought to escape. Then the queen counselled Nidad to cut the sinews of Volund's legs, so that he should be unable to walk and might remain with them always. And when this was done Volund was put on the island of Sjoa-stad, where he was obliged to work day and night with scarcely any rest. Volund was very wroth at being thus cruelly treated, and determined upon revenging himself; but it was a long time before he was able to do so. He was lame and could not move about, and he grew very weary and began to languish. At last two of the king's sons came to him, and with bitter taunts bade him make two swords, sharper than any he had yet made ; and Volund's wrath was roused yet more, and he rose up and slew the two young men, and of their skulls he made drinking cups which he sent to the king, and of their teeth a breast jewel for the queen. And the king and queen admired them greatly, little knowing how they had been made. Soon the king's sons were missed, and search was made for them, but they were not to be found. E 50 Wonderful Stories. Long mourned the king and the queen; but Volund kept his secret, and worked on at the forge. One fine morning when he was toiling at a shield which the king had bidden him make, the king's only daughter came to ask him to make a ring and a chain of gold for her. She was very fair, fairer even than his Valkyrie wife, and she spoke in a gentle tone to Volund, for she felt the more sorry that he had to work so hard, because she knew he was the son of a king. And Volund gazed eagerly upon her, and her soft voice was like music to his heart. He pro- mised to make a ring and a chain of gold more beautiful than any she had ever seen, and the princess went away well pleased, promising to come for them in two days. The two days seemed very long to the princess, for she was eager to see what her ring would be like, and she wanted to see Volund again, for she pitied him greatly. To Volund the time went more quickly, for he had work to do, and the chain and the ring were only just made when the princess came for them. She was delighted when she saw them, for never The Story of Vb'lund. 5 r had anything been so delicately wrought in Sweden. And Volund threw the chain around her neck, and gently put the ring on her finger, and then he sighed. ' Why do you sigh ? ' asked the princess. ' For my sorrows,' replied Volund. ' Ah, you wish to go back to your own land,' said the princess ; ' I do not wonder at it, for it is sad to be a captive.' ' Until two days since I wished to return/ answered Volund, ' but not now unless, indeed,' he added, 'you would go with me and be Queen of Finnland.' The princess made no answer, but Volund knew that she was not angry, for there was a smile upon her lips. And after she was gone, Volund began to work away at something that he had not thought of before, and that was not in the way of his trade. He made two coats of feathers, so light that they would rise into the air of themselves ; and the next time that the princess came he asked again if she would fly away with him and be Queen of Finnland. E 2 52 Wonderful Stories. Still the princess made no answer, but she took a ring from her hand and gave it to Volund and then went away, and Volund knew that before long he should fly home to his own country. Again came the princess and again Volund asked her if she would fly away with him and be Queen of Finnland. And the princess took up one of the feather coats, and without saying a word drew it over her dress. Then Volund put on the other coat and they rose up high into the air. King Nidad and his queen were sitting on the terrace in front of the palace when Volund and the beautiful princess floated by. The king shouted loudly, ' Ah, traitor ! thou art carrying away my daughter. Out, archers, out and shoot him.' And Volund answered : ' I have revenged myself for thy cruelty to me. Thy sons have I slain, and from their skulls hast thou drunk the sparkling wine, and the queen wears their teeth in her shining breast jewel. And now do I take thy daughter from thee, since she loves me better than she loves thee.' Then higher, higher, rose Volund and the The Story of Vohind. 53 princess into the air, and soon they were out of sight. There were great rejoicings in Finnland when Volund alighted at the palace, for the old king was dead, and Slagfin and Egil had not yet come home from searching after their wives, and the people had no one to reign over them. So Volund reigned over Finnland, and ruled his people wisely and well. Nevertheless he loved his forge better than ruling, and all his spare time he worked away at his smithy, and may be working there yet if one could only tell where to find him. 54 Wonderful Stories. IV. THORS ADVENTURES AMONG THE JOTUNS. ONCE upon a time Thor set out upon his travels, taking Loki with him, for despite Loki's spirit of mischief he often aided Thor, who doubtless, in the present expedition, felt that Loki might be of use to him. So they set off together in Thor's chariot drawn by the two strong he-goats, and as night drew nigh, stopped at the hut of a peasant, where they asked food and shelter. * Food I have none to give you,' said the peasant, ' I am a poor man and not able even to give supper to my children, but if you like to rest under my roof you are welcome to do so.' ' Never mind the food, I can manage that,' said Thor, dismounting from the chariot and entering the hut It was a poor place, and not at all fitted to receive one of the Asi, but Thor was glad enough to meet with it, wretched as it was. TJwr among the J'otuns. 55 ' You can kill the goats,' said he, ' they will make us an excellent rneal.' The peasant could not help thinking that it was a pity to kill two such fine animals ; but wisely thinking that this was no affair of his, and that the stranger had a right to do as he pleased with his own, he set himself to obey Thor's orders, and with the help of his daughter Raska soon spread a savoury repast before the hungry god and his attendant. * Sit down all of you,' said Thor, ' there is enough and to spare.' So they all sat down, and the peasant and his children shared a more plentiful meal than had fallen to their lot lately. Thor and Loki also did ample justice to the food, and when supper was over the thunder-god bade the peasant gather the bones and place them in the goatskins, and making them into a bundle he left them on the floor until the next morning. When the morning came and the early sun shone in through the crevices, Thor raised his hammer and instead of the bundle of bones the peasant and his son and daughter saw the two goats standing as fresh and lively as if nothing had 56 Wonder fid Stories. happened to them, saving that one of them halted a little in his walk. When they sought to learn why this should be, it was found that Thialfe, the boy, in getting the marrow out of one of the bones, had broken it, and it was this that caused the goat to go lame. Thor was very angry, and was very near killing not only Thialfe but also the peasant and his daughter Raska, but they begged so hard for their lives that he consented to spare them on condition that the boy and girl should follow him hi his travels. To this they agreed, and Thor, leaving the chariot and goats in the peasant's care, went on his journey, giving Thialfe, who was a very swift runner, his wallet to carry. On and on they journeyed until they came to a great sea. ' How are we to get over this ? ' asked Loki. ' Swim across it,' replied Thor. And in they all plunged, for Thialfe and Raska were used to a hardy life, and so were able to swim with scarcely more weariness than Thor and Loki, and were not long in reaching the opposite shore. 'The country does not improve,' said Loki TJwr among the Jb'tuns. 5 7 looking round upon the desolate plain that lay outstretched between them and the borders of a dark forest, which they could just see in the far distance. One or two huge rocks thrust their jagged points high into the air, and great blocks of stone were scattered about, but there was no sign of herbage and not a tree to be seen nearer than the forest belt bounding the horizon. Heavy grey clouds were drawing nearer and nearer to the dreary earth, and twilight was fast approaching. ' It looks not well, in good sooth,' answered Thor, 'but we must push on and perhaps may find it better as we go onward. Besides, night is drawing nigh, and as there are no dwellings to be seen we must try to gain the shelter of the forest before it is too dark to see where we are going.' So they pushed on, and though they looked to the right hand and to the left soon found that they were in a land where no men lived. There was therefore nothing to be done but to quicken their speed, in order to reach the shelter of the forest. But though they strove to the utmost, the twilight deepened into darkness and the darkness became so deep by the time they reached the forest, that they only knew they had arrived there by Loki's fcg Wonderful Stories. striking his head against a low branch, and soon after this Thor cried out : ' Good luck ! I have found a house. Follow close after me and we will make ourselves comfortable for the night.' For Thor in groping along had come to what he supposed to be a wall of solid masonry. ' Where are you ? ' asked Loki, ' for it is so dark that I cannot see you.' ' Here/ answered Thor stretching out his hand ; ' take hold and follow me.' So Loki clutched Thor's arm and Thialfe in turn seized the arm of Loki, whilst Raska clung to her brother and wished herself safe at home in her father's hut And thus they groped their way along the wall seeking to find an entrance to the house. At last Thor found a huge entrance opening into a wide hall, and passing through this they turned to the left into a large room which was quite empty, and here, after eating some food, they stretched themselves upon the hard floor and wearied out with the day's march soon fell asleep. But they did not sleep long, their slumbers were broken by a rumbling sound as of a coming earth- Thor among the Jo tuns. 59 quake, the walls of the house shook and peals of thunder echoed through the lofty chamber. Thor sprang up. ' We are scarcely safe here,' he said, ' let us seek some other room.' Loki jumped up speedily, as did also Thialfe and Raska, who were in a great fright wondering what dreadful thing was going to happen to them. They willingly followed Thor, hoping to find a safer place. To the right they saw another room like a long gallery with a huge doorway, and into this Loki, Thialfe, and Raska crept, choosing the furthest corner of it ; but Thor took his stand at the door- way to be on the watch if any fresh danger should threaten them. After a somewhat uncomfortable rest, Loki, Thialfe and Raska were not sorry to find that the day had dawned, though as there were no windows in the house, they only knew it by hearing the cock crow. Thor was better off, for the doorway was so wide that the sunlight came pouring in without hindrance. Indeed the huge size of the doorway made Thor think that the builder must have given up all hope of ever finding a door large enough to fit into it. 60 Wonderful Stories. He strolled away from the house, and the first thing that he saw was a huge giant fast asleep upon the greensward ; and now he knew that the thunder that had so frightened them in the night had been nothing more or less than the loud snoring of the giant. So wroth was Thor at the thought that such a thing should have made him afraid, that he fastened on his belt of strength and drew his sword and made towards the giant as though he would kill him on the spot. But the giant opening his great round eyes stared so steadily at Thor, that the god became mazed and could do nothing but stare in return. At last however he found voice to ask, * What is your name ? ' 'My name,' said the giant, raising himself on one elbow, thereby causing his head to rise so high into the air that Thor thought it was taking flight altogether, 'is Skrymner; you I believe are the god Thor ? ' ' I am,' answered the god. ' Do you happen to have picked up my glove ? ' asked the giant carelessly. Then Thor knew that what he and his com- T/ior among the Jotitns. 6 1 panions had taken for a large house was only the giant's glove, and from this we may judge how huge a giant Skrymner must have been. Thor made no answer, and Skrymner next asked whither Thor was travelling ; and when he found that he was journeying to Utgard, offered to bear him company, as he too was going to the same place. Thor accepted the giant's offer, and after eating a hearty meal, all were ready for another day's march. Skrymner showed himself a kindly giant, and insisted upon carrying Thor's bag of meal, putting it into his own wallet, which he slung across his broad shoulders. It must have been a strange sight indeed to see the great giant stalking along with his smaller companions at his heels ; and we may well marvel how they managed to keep pace with him, or how Thor was able to raise his voice to such a pitch as to reach the giant's ears. Nevertheless all went well, and they trudged cheerfully along, never flagging in their talk. Once Skrymner took Raska on his shoulder, but the height made her so giddy that she was glad to 62 Wonderful Stories. come down again and walk quietly by the side of Thialfe. When night overtook them they encamped under one of the great oak-trees, for they were not yet out of the bounds of the forest. Skrymner to judge by his loud snoring fell asleep the moment he lay down upon the ground, but Thor and his comrades were not so tired as to forget that they had tasted nothing since breakfast time. Accord- ingly they set to work to open the wallet that Skrymner had given into their hands before closing his eyes. But it was no easy task, and with all their efforts they failed to open it. Not a knot could they untie, and their fingers were chafed and aching. Neither were they more able to awaken Skrymner, and Thor's anger waxed exceeding fierce. ' You shall pay for this,' said he, flinging his hammer at the giant. Skrymner half opened the eye nearest to Thor and said in a very sleepy voice, ' Why will the leaves drop off the trees ?' And then he snored as loudly as before. Thor picked up his hammer, and approaching nearer drove it into the hinder part of the giant's Thor among the yd tuns. 63 head, who again half waking up, muttered, ' How troublesome the dust is.' Thor was exceedingly astonished at this, but thought nevertheless that he would once more make trial of his power ; so coming up close to Skrymner he struck with such force as to drive the hammer up to the handle in the giant's cheek. Then Skrymner opened both eyes and lazily lifting his finger to his face said, ' I suppose there are birds about, for I fancied I felt a feather fall.' Now was Thor fairly disconcerted ; and the next morning when the giant told him that they must now part as his road led him another way, he was by no means ill-pleased, and he let Skrymner go without so much as bidding him ' good speed/ Skrymner however seemed not to notice that Thor was glad to be quit of his company and gave him some very friendly advice before he left him. ' If you will take my advice,' said the giant, 'you will give up this thought of visiting Utgard. The people there are all giants of greater stature even than I, and they make nothing of little men, such as you are. Nay, more, you yourself are likely to fare but badly amongst them, for I see that you are rather apt to think too much of yourself and to take 64 Wonderful Stories. too much upon you. Be wise whilst there is time, think of what I say, and don't go near the city.' ' But I will go there,' shouted Thor, almost choked with rage; 'I will go in spite of all the Jotuns of Jotunheim. None shall hinder me, and the giants shall see and wonder at the mighty power of the god Thor.' And as he spoke the rising sun fell full upon the city of Utgard, whose huge brazen gates glittered in the sunlight. Even though they were so far away, Thor could see how high they were, and as he drew nearer their vast size filled him with amazement ; but when he reached them his wonder was beyond all words, for he and his companions seemed no larger than grasshoppers, in comparison with their height. The gates were not open, for it was yet early ; so Thor and his comrades crept through the bars and entered the city. As they passed along the streets the houses were so tall, that it was only by crossing to the opposite side of the broad road that they were able to see the windows in the topmost stories. And the streets were so wide that it was quite a journey across them. Once a mouse darted out of a hole and Raska Tkor among the Jotuns. 65 screamed, for she thought it was a grisly bear. The mouse also shrieked and made much more noise than Raska, as well it might, for a cat so huge that Thialfe half thought it must be the monster of Midgard seized it, and giving it a pat with one of its paws laid it dead on the pavement. As for the horses their hoofs were terrible to look at, and Thialfe and Raska must have climbed up ladders if they wished to see their heads. The people were quite as large as Skrymner had described, and Thor and his companions were obliged to be very careful lest they should get trodden upon, as it was very doubtful if the people even saw them. Still Thor walked along with the proud con- sciousness that he was the god Thor ; and feeling that though he was so small he was yet a person of some importance, made his way to the palace, and desired to see the king. After some little time he and his fellow travellers were ushered into the presence of Utgarda Loke, the king of the country. And Utgarda Loke, hearing the door open, raised his eyes, thinking to see some great courtier enter, but he knew nothing of the bows and greetings of Thor, until happening to F 66 Wonderful Stories. cast his eyes to the ground, he saw a little man with his companions saluting him with much ceremony. The king had never seen such small men before, and there was something so absurd to him in the sight, that he burst out laughing. And then all the courtiers laughed also, pretend- ing that they had not seen the little creatures before. It was some time before they all left off laughing, but at length there was a pause, and Thor essayed to make himself heard. 'Though we are but small in comparison with the Jotuns,' said he, angrily, ' we are by no means to be despised, but are gifted with powers that may surprise you.' 'Really!' answered Utgarda Loke, raising his eyebrows. And then he and his courtiers laughed louder than before. At last there was another pause in their mer- riment, and the king added : ' However, we are willing to give the strangers a fair trial in order to prove the truth of what their spokesman, whom I take to be the god Thor, says. How say you ? What can this one do ? ' And he pointed to Loki. Thor among the Jotuns. 67 ' Please your majesty, I am very great at eating,' returned Loki. ' Nay,' answered Utgarda Loke, ' you must grow a little before you are great at anything.' At which speech the courtiers again shouted with laughter ; but Utgarda Loke, turning to his ser- vants, bade them make trial of Loki's powers. So they brought a great trough full of food, and Loki was placed at one end, and a courtier named Loge at the other. They both fell to work to devour what was before them, and met at the middle of the trough. But it was found that whilst Loki had only eaten the flesh of his portion, Loge had eaten, not only the flesh, but the bones also. Therefore Loki was, of course, vanquished. Then Utgarda Loke turned to Thialfe. 'And pray, in what may this youth be specially skilled ?' he asked. ' I am a swift skater,' answered Thialfe. ' Try him,' said the king. And Thialfe was led to a plain of ice, as smooth as glass, and one named Hugr was set to run against him. But though Thialfe was the swiftest 68 Wonderfiil Stories. skater ever known in the world, yet Hugr glided past him so fleetly that he had returned to the starting post before Thialfe had done more than a quarter of the distance. Three times did Thialfe match his speed against Hugr, and, three times beaten, withdrew from the contest as disconsolate as Loki. 'And now may I ask what you can do your- self?' said the king to Thor. ' I can drain a wine-cup with anyone/ replied the god. ' Try him,' said Utgarda Loke. And forthwith the royal cupbearer presented a drinking-horn to Thor. ' If you are as great as you pretend to be,' said the king, ' you will drain it at one draught. Some people take two pulls at it, but the weakest among us can manage it in three.' Thor took up the horn, and being very thirsty took a steady pull at it. He thought he had done very well, but on removing it from his lips he mar- velled to see how little had gone. A second time he took a draught, but the horn was far from being emptied. Thor among the Jotuns. 69 Again a third time he essayed to drain it, but it was full almost to the brim. Therefore he set it down in despair, and confessed himself unable to drain it. ' I am disappointed in you,' said Utgarda Loke, ' you are not half the man I took you for. I see it is of no use asking you to do warrior's feats ; I must try you in a simpler way, in a child's play that we have amongst us. You shall try to lift my cat from the ground.' Thor turned quite scarlet, and then became white with rage. ' Are you afraid ? ' asked Utgarda Loke, ' you look so pale.' And a large grey cat came leaping along, and planted itself firmly before Thor, showing its sharp claws and glaring upon him with its fiery eyes. Thor seized it, but in spite of all his efforts he was only able to raise one of the cat's paws from the ground. ' Pooh ! pooh ! ' exclaimed Utgarda Loke, ' you are a mere baby, fit only for the nursery. I believe that my old nurse Hela would be more than a match for you. Here, Hela, come and wrestle with the mighty god Thor.' jo Wonderful Stories. And Utgarda Loke laughed disdainfully. Forth stepped a decrepit old woman, with lank cheeks and toothless jaws. Her eyes were sunken, her brow furrowed, and her scanty locks were white as snow. She advanced towards Thor, and tried to throw him to the ground; but though he put forth his whole strength to withstand her, he was surprised to find how powerful she was, and that it needed all his efforts to keep his feet. For a long time he was successful, but at length she brought him down upon one knee, and Thor was obliged to acknow- ledge himself conquered. Ashamed and mortified, he and his companions withdrew to a lodging for the night, and in the morning were making ready to leave the city quietly, when Utgarda Loke sent for them. He made them a splendid feast, and afterwards went with them beyond the city gates. ' Now tell me honestly,' said he to Thor, ' what do you think of your success ? ' ' I am beyond measure astounded and ashamed/ replied the god. ' Ha ! ha ! ' laughed Utgarda Loke, ' I knew that you were. However, as we are well out of the city Thor among the Jotuns. 7 1 I don't mind telling you a secret or two. Doubt- less you will receive a little comfort from my doing so, as you confess that your coming hither has been to no purpose. ' In the first place, you have been deceived by enchantments ever since you came within the borders of Jotunheim. I am the giant you met with on your way hither, and if I had known as much of your power then as I do now, you would never have found your way within the walls of Utgard. ' Certainly I had had some slight experience of it, for the three blows you gave would have killed me had they fallen upon me. But it was not I, but a huge mountain that you struck at ; and if you visit it again, you will find three valleys cleft in the rocks by the strokes of your hammer. ' As for the wallet, I had fastened it with a magic chain, so that you need not wonder that you could not open it ' Loge, with whom Loki strove, was no courtier, but a subtle devouring flame that consumed all before it ' Here Loki uttered an exclamation of delight, but Thor bade him be silent, and Utgarda Loke went on : 7 2 Wonderful Stories. ' Thialfe's enemy was Hugr or Thought, and let man work away as hard as he pleases, Thought will still outrun him. ' As for yourself, the end of the drinking-horn, though you did not see it, reached the sea, and as fast as you emptied it, it filled again, so that you never could have drained it dry. But the next time that you stand upon the seashore, you will find how much less the ocean is by your draughts. ' The grey cat was no cat, but the great Serpent of Midgard that twines round the world, and you lifted him so high that we were all quite frightened. ' But your last feat was the most wonderful of all, for Hela was none other than Death. And never did I see anyone before over whom Death had so little power. ' And now, my friend, go your way, and don't come near my city again, for I tell you plainly I do not want you there, and I shall use all kinds of enchantment to keep you out of it.' As he ended his speech, Thor raised his hammer, but Utgarda Loke had vanished. ' I will return to the city, and be avenged,' said Thor. But lo ! the giant city was nowhere to be seen. Thor among the Jotiins. 73 A fair pasture-land spread itself out around him, and through its midst a broad river flowed peace- fully along. So Thor and his companions, musing upon their wonderful adventures, turned their steps home ward. 74 Wonderful Stories. V. SIFS GOLDEN HAIR. SIF was the wife of Thor, and Thor was the son of Odin. Thor lived in a splendid palace which had five hundred and forty halls. Sif sat weeping bitterly as she gazed into the stream that served her as a mirror. Why should she be so unhappy ? Surely it was a great thing to be the wife of the god Thor, and mistress of a palace with five hundred and forty rooms ; nevertheless she wept, and good reason she had for doing so. Sif had prided herself very much upon her long golden ringlets, which were so beautiful that they were praised throughout the land of Asgard. Now they were all gone, there was not a single hair left upon her head. Doubtless, the sight was strange, and had you seen her you might have felt half inclined to laugh ; but Sif thought it no laughing matter. All her hair was gone, and there were no wig-makers in Asgard to supply her with new tresses. So Sif was very Sif's Golden Hair. 75 sorrowful. Besides, what would Thor think of her when he saw her? Would he know her for the beautiful Sif? and as she caught a glimpse of herself in the watery looking-glass her tears fell faster than ever. Not far from the spot where she was sitting, there was a cavern, whose mouth was half hidden by a tall pine tree, and from behind this tall pine tree a dark face, whose eyes gleamed with malicious joy, peered forth. The more Sif wept, brighter shone the cruel eyes, and Loki (for it was he) laughed softly to himself. Loki was at the present time at enmity with Thor, and to vex him he had charmed away Sif's beautiful hair. He was now making merry at her grief, and rejoicing in the thought of how vexed Thor would be at what he had done. Soon a sound of thunder was heard among the rocks, and Loki knew that Thor was near at hand. He did not feel altogether comfortable as he heard the god draw near, for he had felt his power more than once, and he began to think it might not be altogether pleasant to meet him in the first burst of his wrath. So, as Loki could change, himself into any form he pleased, he plunged into the 7 6 Wonder fu I Stories. stream and became a salmon-trout, thereby hoping to escape Thor's notice. But Thor had already seen him, and at the same time his eye fell upon the weeping Sif, shorn of all her hair. ' Who has done this ? ' he asked. ' Loki,' sobbed Sif. ' Thou caitiff,' said Thor, addressing himself to the salmon-trout, ' thou shalt be sorely punished for what thou hast done.' And changing himself into a huge sea-gull Thor dived into the water and seized the salmon-trout in his beak. ' Now will I break all thy bones, as a miller crushes the grain to powder,' exclaimed Thor. Then Loki took again his own shape and an- swered : ' If you break my bones to pieces and scatter them to the winds, it will not help to bring back Sif's hair. Now, if you will only spare me this time I will get fairer tresses for Sif than those she has lost. This I swear by the eye of Odin, by the moss on the grave of the wise Mimir, and, greater than all, by thy wondrous hammer.' Then Thor thundered forth, ' Thou knave, how darest thou swear by my hammer. ? Dost thou Sif's Golden Hair. 77 not know that Miolnir is hidden beneath the waters ? ' Then Loki shook and trembled like an aspen leaf, but he found voice to answer, ' If thou wilt spare me this once, O mighty Thor, I will go to my kinsmen, the dwarfs, and from them I can get whatever I ask for. In their underground kingdom there are wonderful forges, and they can make for thee a better hammer than the one thou hast lost. Spare me this once, O most gracious Thor, spare me ! ' ' No/ said Thor, ' I will not spare thee. Thou dost deserve death, and death shall be thy fate. I have come hither with Freyr, my sworn comrade, and we will have thy life.' Then Loki fell weeping at the feet of Freyr. ' O Freyr, have pity upon me. Prevail upon Thor to forgive me, and I will bring thee a courser the like of which hath never been seen. Never shall he grow weary, though thou shouldst ride him day and night. He shall gallop alike over land and sea, and from his hair shall come a bright light that will light thee on the darkest midnight.' And Loki begged so earnestly and swore so solemnly and promised repentance so fairly, that 7 8 Wonderful Stories. at length Thor and Freyr let him go on condition that he should bring them the gifts he promised. So Loki slunk away, and down he crept through the cold hard rocks into the colder earth, down, down, until he came to the underground world where the dwarfs were at work. Loki was not sorry to feel the pleasant warmth of the forge fires, for he had had a very chilling journey, and the bright ruddy glow of the flames was a cheerful sight, and there was something lifelike and cheering in the sharp ring of the hammers, and in the roaring of the great bellows. It was wonderful to see the dwarfs in their leather aprons working away so busily and hammering the brown stone into pure gold. But if this were wonderful, it was equally wonderful and perhaps a more beautiful sight to see them make precious stones out of common rock-crystal. Some they tinged with dye got from deep crimson rosebuds, and lo they made rubies and carbuncles. Into some they pressed the juice of early violets, and behold there glittered priceless sapphires ; whilst the purple grape juice and the greenest grasses furnished delicate tints for amethysts and emeralds. .- SIF'S GOLDEN HAIR. ' It was -wonderful to see the dwarfs in their leather aprons working away so busily' (p. 78).