The Spirit Tamer
" The Valkyries Will Have To Wait "
" They will not come for him. " Alva told him.
Naddoður looked over at the little fairy with a shocked expression painted upon his face.
" The Valkyries will not come ?! Why ?!! " he demanded to know.
" Odin's maiden warriors will only take those who have died in battle. I am afraid that the Valkyries will have to wait for this one. " she explained.
Naddoður pointed to Ossurr and angrily demanded to know more.
" He fought an Ajatar in battle and will soon die. How does that deed of bravery not warrant his entry into Valhalla ?! " he asked.
Alva grinned as she turned herself into Elf form.
" Because, my love, the Valkyries do not take the living into Valhalla. And he will not die ! " she assured him.
Alva stuck out her hand and quickly added :
" May I borrow your knife ? " she asked.
Naddoður, perplexed by her answers, took his knife out of his belt and handed it to the Elf. The Shaman stood transfixed as he watched Alva walk over to the dead Ajatar. As she plunged the knife into it's chest he could not help but cringe slightly at the brutality of the thrust. After the Elf drove the knife into the creature's chest several more times she reached in and pulled out it's heart, which she held up for him to see.
Alva walked over to the dying warrior, who was wheezing for every breath, and squeezed the heart in her hands. Droplets of blood began to drip out of the bottom of the heart which the Elf directed into the warrior's mouth. After a few moments Ossurr began to shake on the ground as if he were having convulsions. Alva knelt down, and with one hand held the warrior's head firmly in place, while she forced the bleeding heart up against his lips with the other.
Naddoður looked on in horror !
" What are you doing ! ? " he shouted over to her.
Alva squeezed the heart tighter in her hand.
" The Ajatar is immune to it's own disease. The creature's blood will cure all those who are sick. " she replied as she tended to the warrior.
Naddoður watched in amazement as Ossurr began to breathe more easily, and with each drop of the creature's blood that he ingested, the mask of death began to slowly lift from his face. Unlike stories told about heroes and Gods, the warrior did not jump up off of the ground and walk around showing no effects of his illness, but by the time Halldorr and King Faravid arrived he was able to speak .
" Halldorr we must bring the Ajatar's body back to the village. It's blood will cure all those who are deathly ill. " he told his commander.
King Faravid sat on his high - seat and watched as each of his warriors was given a drink of the Ajatar's blood. In stages, each one in turn stopped moaning as their fevers broke, and every one of them began to show signs that the disease was lessening it's hold upon their bodies. The king was not an emotional man, but he could not help the tears of joy that welled up in his eyes.
Halldorr, Naddoður, and Ossurr were sitting together at one of the huge tables when the king called all three men to stand before him.
" Great Warrior Shaman Naddoður ! For your incredible feat of planning and executing the death of the Ajatar I will pay you fifty gold coins, and I will honor you with the title of The Grand Shaman of Kvenland. " he told Naddoður before turning to Ossurr.
" And Ossurr ! I will grant you anything you wish ! Name it, and it is yours ! " he shouted happily to the warrior who was still a little unsteady on his feet.
While Ossurr thought of what he wanted most of all, Naddoður nodded and thanked the King of Kvenland.
" Thank you, my Lord. You are most generous ! " he replied.
When he was ready Ossurr stepped forward, and addressed the king.
" My king ! I ask only one thing of you. I would like to leave Kvenland and travel with Naddoður and his assistant. " he explained to his Lord.
The king thought for a moment.
" I agree to your terms,... and I will give you ten gold coins as traveling money ! " he said happily.
Ossurr was happy, but Naddoður opened up the flap of his pocket, and peered down into it with a look of concern upon his face.
" And his assistant ? " he asked the little fairy.
Alva smiled up at him nervously.
" Did I not tell you ? The warrior Ossurr, while in the throes of death, was able to see me,... and now he believes I exist. He will forever see Elves and other spirits because there is nothing left in his mind to tell him that they are not real. " she explained to him.
The king gave the Shaman a strange look when he saw him whispering to himself, but said nothing to him about it. For he had more important things to tell him.
" Naddoður ! It seems that you are becoming quite famous for your exploits. A messenger came from Þelamǫrk several days ago. He wishes you to come to his kingdom, and take a look at a monster that swims in the Seljordsvatn. " he informed the Shaman.
The king then pointed to Halldorr.
" And Halldorr will make certain that your journey to Þelamǫrk is both safe and fast. " he explained further.
Halldorr smiled from ear to ear like a little child.
" It would be a great honor to escort Naddoður and Ossurr to Þelamǫrk ! " he said proudly.
The king nodded.
" Then you must leave at once ! " Faravid told them with a hint of disappointment in his voice.
- End Chapter 17
- Next : Chapter 18 : " I Will Not kill That Which Has Not Harmed ! "
- Glenn Bergen, ( Ravensheart ), © Copyright, 2017.