The Ale Kettle
Aegir was not happy with the Aesir' s demand,
He was vexed by the tone of Thor' s command,
Thor had looked him in the eye, told him he must brew,
Ale for the Mighty God' s feast, what was Aegir to do ?
Aegir replied : " I give you a challenge, you must not fail,
If you succeed in this task, I promise, I will brew your ale.
If you want me to help you, and for this matter to settle,
The Gods must provide me with a large enough kettle. "
Mighty Thor left his goats, and Great Tyr led the way,
The Gods traveled to Hymir' s hall that very same day.
The terrain was mountainous, the path was rocky they strode,
And the weather horrendous, before reaching Hymir's abode.
There they met a woman with 900 heads, who was none other,
Than one - handed Tyr' s fearsome, and grotesque grandmother.
Sitting by the fire, however, sat a maiden dressed all in gold,
She stepped forward to greet them, then she spoke very bold.
" My lover is stingy with guests, and angry you will find,
That courageous as you are, you may be treated unkind."
Suddenly the door flew open, there stood a Jotun to be feared,
When Great Hymir shook his head, icicles fell from his beard.
The maiden welcomed Hymir home with a polite smile,
Then told him that his son had come to visit for a while.
Silently she pointed to the foe of Giants, the Mighty Thor,
Who sat on Hymir' s benches, next to the God of War.
Hymir smirked : " Look how they hide at the end of my hall,
Using a pillar to protect them, as though it were a wall."
With an evil stare Hymir cracked the column to the ground,
The noise deafened the Aesir with its awful echoing sound.
From a long beam overhead, immense pots fell to the floor,
The Aesir saw that this was what they had traveled here for.
The angry young maiden gave Hymir such a look of dismay,
That the Jotun reluctantly agreed that his guests could stay.
Hymir played the good host, made sure his guests were fed,
The wary Jotun had three of his own bulls shortened by a head.
They ate so much for dinner that Thor and Hymir rowed out to fish,
However, to catch food for their breakfast was not what Thor did wish.
Back in Hymir's hall the angry Jotun handed Odinson a cup of gold,
"Thor are you strong enough to crack a cup? " Hymir said rather bold.
Thor threw it at one of the columns, and the pillar crashed to the floor,
However, the maiden brought the cup to Thor, just as perfect as before.
" If you wish to break this mighty cup, " the mistress slyly said.
" Then you must aim it most carefully at Hymirs solid head. "
She glanced over towards Hymir with a look that was defiant,
Then said : " No cup is as strong as that hard - headed Giant. "
Thor took the goblet away from her, and quickly stood back up,
He carefully aimed at Great Hymir that beautiful golden cup.
The object sailed through the air like a well aimed dart,
Hymir' s head remained whole, but the cup flew apart.
The great Jotun was angry, his prized goblet was lost,
He knew also that the great kettle was part of the cost.
Hymir smiled : " There is one thing before you leave with your gift.
To take your prize home, my heavy iron kettle you will have to lift. "
Tyr tried first to lift the immense cauldron from the floor,
But he could not budge the pot to take it out the door.
Tyr looked over at Thor, his expression was very grim,
Thor just smiled and seized the pot by its wide broad rim.
As Thor walked away the pot handles dangled and they shook,
Then he heard an ominous noise, and turned around for a look.
Streaming out of Hymir's hall came angry Jotuns many headed,
Tyr quickly drew his sword at what to him seemed most dreaded.
Gently setting the great kettle back down on the ground,
From his belt Thor took out Mjollnir, and swung it around.
Thor did not hesitate, he went at once on the attack,
The Thunder God killed every Jotun with one mighty crack.
When the Gods saw Thor return with the kettle for their beer,
Throughout all of shining Asgard there rang out a mighty cheer.
Even the reluctant Aegir smiled, for he could not but admire,
The deed of the Great Thor as he brewed ale over the fire.
- Glenn Bergen, Copyright, 2013.