A Game Of War
" Who could that be ? " she asked her sisters.
" I hope it is not Loki ! I have grown weary of his childish attempts to learn more about Ragnarok ! " she quickly added.
Skuld did not look up from her weaving as she answered her youngest sister.
" I have known of her coming for quite some time. To avoid a time paradox we should speak to her. " the oldest Norn explained.
Urðr placed her hands on her hips, and narrowed her eyes.
" Who is she ? And why am I always the last to know !? " she asked angrily.
Verðandi, who was reading a tapestry of her own, looked over at the entrance when she reached the moment spoken of on the tapestry. As she pointed to the door it opened, and just as the woman entered she commented :
" I see that it is Frigga who has come to our hall. "
Urðr quickly turned to see the All-Mother standing in the doorway wearing a beautiful, but quite respectful white dress.
" Oh, my ! " she involuntarily blurted out as the Queen of Asgard closed the door behind her.
Frigga stared at Skuld for a long moment. Despite what many said about the Norns they were not monsters, nor were they witches. As Frigga studied the oldest of the weavers of fate the word " plain " came to her mind to describe them.
" You know why I have come to see you. " she told Skuld.
Skuld put down the tapestry she was working on and walked over to the All-Mother. She stopped a few feet from Frigga and looked deep into her eyes.
" How far are you willing to go to stop your husband ? " she asked.
Frigga took a deep breath before responding.
" I have a question to ask first. " she told the Norn.
Skuld nodded her approval.
" I wish to know why my husband wants to wage war in the Northlands ? " she asked.
Skuld looked away from the Queen of Asgard, and peered at the door of the hall as if it were a great void that held the answers to all questions.
" Your husband is not the great war monger that you think he is. He, much like myself, looks to the future for answers. If he could unite all of the petty kingdoms of the Northlands without war he would do so. War and conquest, however, are the only way to form one grand kingdom there in the north. " she explained.
Frigga smacked her lips.
" Why is it so important to have only one kingdom in this region of Midgard ? " she asked.
Skuld, who because she carried the great weight of the future on her shoulders almost never smiled, allowed a small grin to turn up one corner of her mouth.
Odin hopes that a united Northlands, or Norway, under a pagan king, will prevent the religion of the White Christ from infiltrating into the lands of the Norse peoples. He fears that his children will forget their father. " she replied without emotion.
Frigga was touched by her husband's motives, and took a moment before asking :
" And will it save the old religion from being replaced ? "
Skuld shook her head.
" No ! In time the faith of the desert peoples will spread throughout the Northlands like a plague. The uniting wars he seeks will only serve to cause misery and many deaths among his children. " the Norn imparted to the All-Mother.
Frigga wanted to cry. The choice she had to make was between allowing her husband to think he had changed history, which would cause the deaths of thousands upon thousands of men women and children, or defeating Odin at his own game and saving the Midgardians. The children made the choice and easy one for her in the end.
" I am willing to do anything to stop this impending carnage ! " she blurted out as a tear ran down her cheek.
Skuld pointed to the door.
" Then you must seek out your husband's worst enemy. For only Gullveig can prevent the war that your husband seeks to start, and only with an alliance with the Vanir Goddess can you change the history that your husband has set in motion. " she explained before walking back to her seat and returning to her weaving.
There were no more words spoken between the Norns and the All-Mother. Urð and Verðandi nodded to Frigga as she left but remained silent. When the door closed Verðandi looked over at Skuld and gasped with horror and disbelief at what her older sister was doing to the tapestry she had been weaving. She quickly ran over to investigate. When Urd heard her sister's gasp she too ran over to see what her older sister was up to.
" What madness is this ?! " Verðandi asked.
Skuld did not look up as she pulled at the threads to unravel the history she had already woven.
" That which I have woven as fate shall never happen. I will make them wait a thousand years, but the Old Gods, and all those from the nine worlds, shall not be forgotten. " she explained to her sisters.
Verðandi and Urðr looked at each other with shocked expressions upon their faces.
Urðr replied first :
" Then we shall not be forgotten either ! " she stated happily.
Verðandi actually smiled as she commented on her older sister's decision.
" So let it be woven, so let it become fate ! "
- End Chapter 14
- Next : Chapter 15 : " My husband's Enemy Is Now My Friend ! "
- Glenn Bergen, ( Ravensheart ), © Copyright, 2018.