Read Ebook: A Viking's love: and other tales of the North by Liljencrantz Ottilie A Ottilia Adelina Becher Arthur E Illustrator

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The Sly-One answered quickly, "Hungry is Freyja, thirsty is Freyja, for nothing has she eaten or drunk for eight days--so much did she long to come to Jotunheim."

Thrym's look of surprise changed to one of complacency.

"Is it so indeed!" he exclaimed, and finished his supper very pleasantly.

But by and by he became so pleased with his bride that he wanted to kiss her. Before Thor could hinder it, he reached out his great hairy hand and pulled at the veil. It slipped aside just enough to disclose Thor's furious, fiery eyes.

The giant king sprang back the whole length of the hall.

"Why are Freyja's eyes so sharp?" he cried. "It seems that fire burns in her eyes."

The Sly-One spoke up quickly, "Sharp are Freyja's eyes, fiery are Freyja's eyes. She has not slept for eight nights, so much did she long to come to Jotunheim."

"Is it true indeed!" said Thrym, much flattered that his bride had been so eager to come to him. And he came back and sat down beside her and looked at her affectionately.

Finally the time came for the giving of the bridal gifts. An old sister of Thrym came and bowed low before the bride.

"Give from your hand the golden rings if you desire friendship of me," she demanded, "if you desire friendship of me--and love."

Because he was determined that he would never give her anything but a blow, Thor answered nothing whatever. Thrym feared that his bride was offended by the questions he had asked, so he hastened to do something to appease her.

He called to his servants, "Bring me the hammer to please my bride. Place the hammer on the lap of the maid. Wed us together in the name of Var."

Thor's heart laughed within him when he saw his beloved hammer drawn out of its hiding-place and borne toward him. But he sat as stiff as a stick. Until his hand grasped it, there was still danger. Nearer they came with it. Nearer--and all unsuspecting, they laid it upon his knee.

Then at last Thrym learned how the cleverness of the sky-people surpassed his cleverness. Thor's mighty hand closed upon the handle; he threw back the veil; he leaped to his feet. His terrible eyes blazed upon them as his arm flew back to strike.

Once! and Thrym fell dead at his feet. Twice! and the old giantess lay beside her brother. Again and again and again--until the whole race of giants were felled like a forest of towering trees.

Thus came Odin's son again by his hammer.

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