A Tale Of Beauty
Beyla could not help but notice that Freyr was quieter than usual this morning as he sat waiting to be served. She felt sorry for the Vanir God. He had everything that anyone could ever hope for ! He had wealth, power, and the great respect of his fellow Gods, including the mighty Aesir Gods. The one thing he did not have, however, was someone to share it all with. As he sat patiently waiting to be served she could see that he was lonely and depressed. Years of solitude were etched into every furrow on his forehead, like runes upon a memorial stone. Everyone around the Vanir God had someone to share their lives with, which she knew only added to his feelings of loneliness. Njord was with Skadhi, Freyja was with Odr, and had two beautiful children, and even a simple servant to a God, such as herself, had someone special to share her life with. She wanted to say something to make Freyr feel better, but the suspicious looks she was getting from her husband told her she needed to hold her tongue. As Byggvir came over to help his wife serve the breakfast, he whispered in her ear not to bother Freyr with her matchmaking again this morning. Beyla' s eyes narrowed when she heard him say this, and as she poured mead into Freyr' s cup, she stuck her tongue playfully out at Byggvir.
" How are we this morning my lord ? " Beyla asked Freyr. The Vanir God looked up from his plate and answered politely : " I am fine Beyla. Thank you for asking. " Freyr had never treated Beyla and Byggvir as his servants. He thought of them more as family than people who were beneath him. " And you Beyla, are you well today my dear friend ? " he asked as he began to eat. " Yes, Freyr. I am feeling very spry this morning for a woman of my age ! " she told him with a big smile. After this exchange Beyla walked back to the serving cart, and her husband, and watched in silence as the Vanir God ate his breakfast.
When Freyr had finished, Byggvir took away the dirty dishes, and utensils. When he disappeared around the corner out of the room, Beyla filled his goblet again with mead, and cleared her throat. " My lord I have heard of a Giantess, who lives in Jotunheim, whose great beauty matches that of any Goddess. They say that she is so pretty in fact that her beauty radiates from her like a magnificent light. " she told Freyr nonchalantly. " And they tell me she is not betrothed to any suitors either my lord ! " she added with a little smile. " It is a shame that someone as beautiful as....... " Byggvir returned to the hall and cut his wife off in mid sentence : " I am sure that Fryer has better things to do this morning than to listen to your tall tales my wife. " he told her sternly.
Freyr rose his hand into the air to indicate to Byggvir that he did not appreciate the interruption. " Please go on my dear Beyla. Your words intrigue me ! " Freyr told her. In spite of Byggvir's angry stare Beyla continued : " It is said that she lives in Jotunheim in a huge hall that is surrounded by a large fence and that the gate is guarded by two ferocious dogs ! " she told him with a sly smile. " Is there more to tell ? ! " Freyr asked anxiously. As Skirnir entered the dining hall she added proudly : " I am told that the Giantess is the daughter of Gymir, who brews wonderful mead, and the mountain Jotun Aurboda. " Freyr stood up, and grabbed hold of Beyla by the shoulders startling her. " What is this maidens name ? Tell me Beyla ! I must know ! " he asked eagerly. " I fear that I do not have an answer for that question my lord. It seems that not only is Gymir's hall guarded by killer beasts, but the maiden is also protected by her brother Beli as well my lord ! And no one has ever been able to get past him to find out more about her ! " she answered nervously.
Dejectedly Freyr let go of Beyla and sat back down. " Do you see what you have done now my wife ! You have disappointed our lord with your tall tale ! " Byggvir told her with a scolding glare. Freyr put up his hand and stopped Byggvir for a second time. " No, I am glad that she told me of such a woman. I am utterly fascinated by the thought of such a beauty as your wife described. " the Vanir God told him. Freyr then noticed that Skirnir was standing next to Byggvir. " Skirnir is my horse ready for my morning ride ? " he asked. " Ready and waiting my lord ! " Skirnir told him proudly. Freyr nodded his approval, and then turned back to Beyla. " Do you think you could pack me a little food for a trip ? " he asked. Beyla was unable to hold back her excitement. " Yes, of course ! " she told him. Byggvir stood there glaring at his wife. He had a bad feeling about this !
As Freyr mounted his horse Blodughofi ( Bloody - Hoof ), Skirnir asked his lord and master : " I did not hear all of Beyla's story, but are you really going to ride to Jotunheim to try and find this fair maiden ? " As Freyr took hold of his horse's reins he smiled down at Skirnir. " If a woman that beautiful really exists, then it is my intention to find her my friend ! " he told his servant. As Skirnir watched Freyr disappear into the distance he said to himself : " I have not seen him that excited in quite a while ! "
End Chapter 1
- Glenn Bergen, ( Ravensheart), © Copyright 2014.
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