Gullveig : Friend Of Wicked Women
An Evil Plan
When the disguised Goddess and the human arrived at the little hut that Mjaðveig called her home, the Seidr Goddess could sympathize with the woman for hating her husband. Although it was clean and tidy inside, the structure itself was in horrible disrepair, and looked as though it was barely standing on its own.
" This " hut " is not much better than a cave to live in ! " Arinvi thought to herself.
Mjaðveig motioned for Arinvi to sit down, then walked over to the fire and picked up a large covered jar. She carried it back to a table near the fire and placed it next to her guest. From a shelf on the wall the human hostess grabbed two metal cups and set them on the table near the jar. She then removed its cover, lifted the jar, and poured a portion of its contents into two cheap looking dented cups.
" This is my homemade mead . You will find that it relaxes the body as it entices the taste buds. I sell it to all my friends and neighbors to make a little spending money. " she told her guest with a little smile.
Arinvi / Gullveig lifted the cup to her lips and took a quick sip of the home brew. The Goddess in disguise perked up and raised her eyebrows before commenting.
" Mmm ! Very nice indeed ! " the Goddess told her.
" Not even this cheap tin cup ruins its taste ! " Gullveig thought to herself.
Mjaðveig quickly sat down on the bench next to Arinvi, and looked anxiously into her eyes.
" You mentioned something about avenging what men have done to me. What did you mean by that ? " she asked.
Arinvi smiled at the human's eagerness.
" Yes ! Well,.... how would you like to help all distraught women such as yourself get revenge on their husbands ? " the Goddess asked.
Mjaðveig gave Arinvi an impatient stare.
" You know I would ! " she quickly replied.
Then she added :
" But how can you do such a thing ? "
Arinvi grinned broadly at the human female before standing up by the edge of the table. Mjaðveig watched her guest as she raised her arms to the ceiling of the hut as though she were trying to reach up and touch the roof beams.
" With the powers of wind, lightning and the storm,
Around me let these elemental powers swarm,
In my hands their force, I feel both cold and warm,
Change me from this frail woman, back to God form ! "
With a bright flash of light, that for a moment blinded Mjaðveig, Arinvi turned back into the Goddess Gullveig.
When her eyes readjusted the Midgardian woman sat for a long moment staring at the being that had not been standing there before. Frightened, Mjaðveig jumped up off of the bench and slowly began to back away from the being that sparkled like stars in the sky. She continued to step away until without warning she banged into the far wall. Finally, with no where left to go, and her heart and mind racing, she blurted out the first thing she could think to say.
" What are you ? ! " she asked through trembling lips.
For a moment Gullveig basked in the glory that all Gods and Goddesses feel when lesser beings marvel at their majesty. And when she had satisfied her vanity, The Queen of Seidr revealed who and what she was.
" My name is Gullveig ! You Midgardians call me a Goddess, but where I come from we are simply known as the Vanir. You do not have to fear me child, for I am not here to harm you. I am actually in need of your help ! " she explained.
Mjaðveig had the look of a warrior dazed in battle etched upon her face as she asked :
" Magic ! You can do magic !? " she asked.
Gullveig's face went from a broad smile to an angry frown in a quick moment.
" I was once known as the Queen of Seidr, but now another reigns in my stead ! That bitch... that practitioner of the ways of love, taught my enemy Odin how to conjure magic, and now...., now,... too many know what was once sacred to only a few !! " she exclaimed angrily with her voice raising in tone with each word.
Standing in front of a Goddess was a lot to take in all at once, but being confronted by an angry Goddess was too much for the human woman to deal with. Mjaðveig ran to the nearest corner in the one room hut and knelt down like a frightened little child.
Gullveig had not realized that she had allowed her anger to radiate out of her to such a degree. When humans, or for that matter most other beings, became angry their fury manifested itself either in verbal or physical violence. A Goddess of Gullveig's strength, however, exuded her anger in the form of elemental power. The Goddess was glowing like a bonfire, and sparks of electrical force shot out of her hands and eyes. It was not until she began to swirl in a tempest of wind that she finally realized that she had frightened Mjaðveig half to death !
Her anger ceased as quickly as it had begun, and moments later she was standing over the terrified Midgardian with a pleasant smile upon her face, and apologetic words upon her lips.
" Forgive me my dear ! I allowed my anger to get the better of me. Believe me when I tell you that I would never harm my only ally here in Midgard. " she explained to the frightened woman.
Gullveig offered the woman her hand to help her up, before adding :
" Come let us sit at the table and devise a plan to cause a little mayhem here in Midgard. "
Mjaðveig reached up with a trembling hand and allowed Gullveig to escort her back to the bench where she had been sitting. Once the Goddess had taken a seat across from her, Mjaðveig looked deep into her eyes.
" You are powerful enough to kill all the men here in the northern lands without my help. Why do you need the assistance of a human ? " she asked suspiciously.
" Yes ! I can kill all the men here in Midgard,.... the women too if I so choose, .... but then Odin would detect the residual elemental power of my seidr, and he would know that it was me who had done such a thing. But if a Midgardian were to somehow be the conveyor of my magic he would not know how such a thing could have happened. " she explained happily.
Mjaðveig was still shaking from what she had just witnessed when she asked :
" But how can I perform magic ? "
" I did not say that you would create the magic. You will merely be the one who,..... portions it out. " she explained .
While Gullveig waited for that information to sink in she took a sip of the delicious mead that she had been offered by the human.
" This really is quite good ! " the Goddess commented.
It was then, while the wonderful taste of the mead was still fresh in her mouth, that Gullveig thought of the idea to spread her magic without being directly involved.
" The mead ! " she shouted joyfully, startling the already jumpy Mjaðveig.
" Your mead ! I will add a few ingredients of my own, and cast a spell over it. Instead of becoming intoxicated, anyone and everyone who drinks it will be filled with hate and anger ! And they will, of course, take it out on the one's closest to them ! " she explained with a little evil giggle.
Mjaðveig looked over at Gullveig nervously. She was afraid to ask any more questions, but she still did not completely understand how this would affect everyone in her village and beyond.
" I, ....., I,.... I do not sell my mead to everyone here in the village. Only twenty or thirty of the folk here buy mead from me. How will we get everyone to drink it ? " she asked the Goddess cautiously.
" You would not make a very good merchant, my dear. You will make a lot of your wonderful mead, which I of course will enhance with my seidr. We will place little samples in gourds, and give it out for free at the marketplace as samples. Then we will travel from village to village, giving out our elixir ! In this way we will reach the maximum number of people, and cause the most harm ! " she exclaimed happily.
Mjaðveig's eyes lit up like a Yule candle.
" I see ! I see !! You will affect as many of our folk as possible, and I will make a small fortune from all the new customers ! " she almost yelled with excitement.
Mjaðveig thought for a moment.
" But don't we want to only make the women angry ? " she asked.
Gullveig grinned mischievously .
" Of course, my dear ! My spell will only affect women and not men ! " the Goddess bluntly lied to the woman.
" Your mead,.... and my spell, will spread through this region like a disease, and it will cause more harm than the dreaded plague ! " she exclaimed .
Gullveig's eyes began to sparkle once again and her grin widened.
" Then, ...., then, we will see what Odin does when his children are at each other's throats, and how Freyja will react when all the love has gone out of this world ! " she added while wringing her hands in an evil fashion.
- End Chapter 3
- Next : The Early Results
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