The Rune Stone
Asgard : The Golden Realm
He stood admiring the massive golden doors of the great hall for a moment before having an awful thought. If those were the doors of Valhalla, where the einherjar poured out of every morning, then behind him was the high - seat that their Lord and master sat upon to rule over them. Terje took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and slowly turned around . When he opened them his biggest fear was realized !
Odin sat upon his golden high - seat in full battle armor. A helmet with beautiful white feathers on each side covered his head, but his face was visible, and it had an angry scowl upon it. In one hand the All- Father clutched a golden scepter with a huge diamond on it's end, and with the other he held on tightly to Gungnir, his three pronged spear that the Dwarves had made for him. Though terrified by the sight of the Father of the Gods, who was surrounded on both sides by his wolves Geri and Freki, and had two huge ravens perched upon his shoulders, Terje could not help but marvel at how majestic he looked sitting upon his throne.
" Drawings do not do him justice ! " Terje told Bente.
Odin pointed his scepter at the humans and spoke in a booming voice that echoed throughout the golden hall.
" You have angered the Frost Giants and the Fire Giants, confused Hel and the Dwarves, and hurt the feelings of the Light Elves who miss you very much ! " Odin shouted.
Terje bowed nervously.
" I am sorry All - Father. We meant no harm. It was a spell that caused all this. " he replied in a shaky timid voice.
Odin pointed his scepter at Bente and rose up off of his high - seat.
" My anger is not directed at you human ! For you are as innocent as a child in all of this ! But you,...,and my son, are the ones who have caused so much trouble ! " he shouted angrily.
Terje turned and looked at Bente.
" How could she have done all this ? " Terje asked Odin.
Odin laughed sarcastically.
" Why don't you show our guest who you really are, my dear ! " Odin commanded, more than asked.
As Terje watched, Bente began to change. Her face glowed like a firefly, and the clothes she wore slowly turned from a jacket and work slacks, to a beautiful dress that was the color or ripe wheat stalks. The last to change was to her hair. It grew in length down to her ankles, and the strands turned into the color of highly polished gold.
" Sif ? " Terje finally managed to ask when the shock had worn off.
Sif politely nodded her head to Terje, and then turned to face the wrath of Odin.
" So ! What have you to say for yourself ! " the Lord of Asgard demanded.
Sif raised her chin defiantly towards her father- in - law.
" Thor and I decided that it was time to bring back the old religion to Midgard. It is not right, my Lord, that we have been replaced by the God of the desert peoples, and his son. They have nothing in common with the Germanic and Scandinavian folk, or their heroic and honorable past. Even the names of these ' bible people ' have come to dominate the northern lands, and the Old Norse names have been almost abandoned to history. We hoped that this human, who is well respected among his people, could begin the process of resurrecting the old faith, and bring back the Gods of their ancestors to the northern lands. " she explained.
Before Odin could answer Sif quickly added :
" I will not apologize, nor will my husband, for doing what we felt was honorable and just ! "
Terje, almost as as involuntary action, stepped away from Sif. He cringed, expecting that at any moment Odin would strike her down with a bolt of lightning, or at the very least, cast his spear at the Goddess. Tense moments went by as Odin and Sif stared at one another. And time seemed to almost freeze as he waited for the outcome of such a bitter standoff.
Odin pounded Gungnir on the golden floor and laughed.
" I Agree ! That is why I told Freyja to make the magical incantation for you ! " he explained to Sif.
Sif frowned, and recoiled as if she had been hit by a punch.
" What ? " she asked.
Odin walked down the steps of the raised platform and pointed his spear at Sif.
" Did you really think that Freyja would interfere in Midgard's future without my permission ? " he asked .
Sif tried to answer :
Odin cut her off.
" Has Thor forgotten that I can see the future ?! I knew you would go to Vanaheim seeking Freyja's help,... so I arrived ahead of you, and gave Freyja permission to give you what you asked for. This plan of yours became my will as well ! And I have to admit that it worked out quite nicely ! " he explained to the Goddess.
Terje, overjoyed that there would not be lightning, or fire, or some other type of violence, breathed a sigh of relief.
" Then I can repeat the incantation, and be on my way ? " Terje asked.
Odin looked over at the little human and grinned.
" No ! " he told him.
Terje's jaw dropped open, and his eyes nearly popped out of his head.
" You mean I can never go back to Earth ? " he asked in a near state of shock.
Odin laughed !
" Oh, you will be going back to your world. But I will not allow Freyja's spell to work here in Asgard, or any of the nine worlds for that matter any longer. You see I can't have others using the spell to transport themselves in and out of the nine realms at will. " he explained to the human.
Odin walked down the aisle, passed the great golden tables to the massive doors, and threw them open as if they weighed nothing. The All - father then placed his fingers in his mouth and whistled loudly. A moment later a beautiful white horse with eight legs, and folded wings, galloped up in front of the hall.
" I hope you are ready for the ride of your life ! " Odin told Terje.
Terje ran to the doors and stroked Sleipnir on the neck.
" I will remember this for the rest of my life ! " he told the All- Father happily.
Odin bellowed out a hearty laugh.
" I am afraid not my human child ! When you awaken tomorrow this will all seem to be nothing more than a dream, .... but deep inside of you we have planted the seed of our existence. That faith will grow, and through your efforts the old faith will blossom once again. " he explained.
Odin mounted the great white winged horse, then reached down and grabbed Terje by the back of his collar and lifted him onto the horse's back behind him.
" Hang on tightly to me ! Sleipnir can fly like the wind ! " Odin told his passenger as he sank his heels into the horse's sides.
Terje's shouts of joy could be heard throughout Asgard as they approached the Rainbow Bridge. And Odin almost lost his passenger when Terje removed one of his hands from his waist to wave to Heimdall, who stood stoically guarding the great golden gates to Asgard.
Freyja watched it all from Vanaheim. She was not happy that Odin was taking credit for what she had accomplished. None of this would have been possible without her great seidr, and the resolve of Sif to risk herself in the lands of the Giants. And what of the human ? What was his reward for his sacrifices ? He would be haunted by dreams of strange worlds for the rest of his life. His work would suffer from his efforts to bring back the old religion, and he would probably be shunned by most of his people for his beliefs. What bothered Freyja the most, however, was that Odin had blocked the use of her spell throughout the nine worlds. She was now regretting teaching him the sacred seidr after the Aesir - Vanir War. But that was all in the past, and could not be changed.
The Goddess of Seidr grinned as she looked down at the blue world.
" I cannot change the past,... but I can change the future and reward this human for his efforts on behalf of the Gods. " she whispered.
From all over the great cosmos she summoned a power that the humans would not discover for many centuries. As she held it in her hands she felt her strength grow to new heights. Then with a few magical words she sent the spell hurling towards Earth at a speed that not even Sleipnir could match.
" You can stop my magical spells Odin, but you cannot stop love ! " she whispered to the wind with a giggle.
- End Chapter 11
- Next : Chapter 12 : " Archaeology and Mythology Must Go Hand In Hand ! "
- Glenn Bergen, ( Ravensheart ), © Copyright, 2017.