Týr : The God Of War
A Feisty Young Child
One day a Jotun named Hripstod came calling to Snaefjall with his badly beaten son Kyrmir. Hymir could not help but notice that Kyrmir was a full head and neck taller than Týr. With a huge grin on his face he spoke to the angry father.
" Are you quite certain Hripstod that it was my child who injured your son so badly ? " he asked with a hint of surprise in his voice.
Hripstod narrowed his eyes and furrowed his brows as he replied.
" Why would my son lie about such a thing as this ! ? " he asked in return, as he pointed to his son's injuries.
Hymir tried not to laugh, but a small giggle came out despite his best efforts.
" I am not saying that your son is not telling the truth. It merely is hard to believe that my son could have done so much damage to your son's face, when my child is sooo much smaller. " he told the angry father sarcastically.
Hripstod reached over and grabbed Hymir roughly by the front of his shirt.
" Maybe I should demonstrate on you just how your son beat my child ! " he shouted angrily at Hymir.
Hymir was about to break the hold that Hripstod had on him when out of the corner of his eye he saw something pass by his head. He quickly jerked his head out of the way just in time to see Tyr's fist go by. Hripstod was not quite as alert, however, and Tyr's knuckles quickly bore down hard on the face of Kyrmir's father, breaking his nose with a loud snap. The Jotun let go of Hymir and staggered backward a few steps before falling head first onto the ground.
Tyr gave Kyrmir a mocking grin and pointed to his father who lay prostrate on the ground.
" I would suggest that you help your father get home before anyone else is hurt this day ! " he told the boy in the form of an order.
Brunniþoka and Hvítrbrún were stunned when they were made aware of the incident, but Hymir gladly told the story over and over again to anyone who would listen. He was especially proud when he heard that Hripstod was threatening to go to the Jotun Elders to make a formal complaint about his son. Brunniþoka and Hvítrbrún of course were horrified, but Hymir wanted the Elders, and everyone else in Jotunheim for that matter, to know of his son's great strength.
" Why is he always getting into trouble ? " Hvítrbrún asked.
Brunniþoka who, like her husband, was proud of Týr, chimed in weakly :
" Yes ! He does seem to be quiet a feisty young child. " she mentioned almost matter-of- factly.
Nothing ever became of the incident. Hripstod was much too embarrassed to actually go before the Elders with a story of a young child, who had not only beaten up his son, but also knocked him out with a single punch to the nose. The incident did, however, lose Hymir and Týr many of their friends, for most of the Jotun parents were afraid of this Jotun child who could fight as well as any warrior in their frozen realm !
Hymir was so very proud of his son that he went to the Svartalfheim to see the Dwarf Ivaldi. The father of Týr knew his son could fight well with his hands, but now he wanted to see what the little warrior could do if he had a weapon to wield. When Ivaldi heard the stories of the young lad's exploits of skill and strength, he suggested a weapon that could both cut, and smash his opponents to death. For days Ivaldi worked on a piece of very special steel, working the red hot metal, and pounding it into just the right shape, while his young apprentice sons worked the bellows for him. When the sharpened and highly polished weapon was finally finished Ivaldi called Hymir and Týr into his workshop to show them.
Hymir could not believe his eyes when he saw the strange looking weapon. The father and son had to squint to look at it because it was polished to such a fine luster that the flames from the furnace reflected off of it, like lightning dancing across the heavens, partially blinding them. But the oddest thing about the weapon was that it had an axe on one side of the head, and a hammer on the other !
Ivaldi handed the weapon to Týr, who looked it over as though it were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He tossed it from hand to hand to judge the balance of the weapon, and swung it through the air to get a feel for its weight. When he felt he understood the weapon well enough, he spun around, and with a mighty swing of his right arm slammed the hammer head up against the anvil that Ivaldi had used to make the weapon.
Hymir and Ivaldi watched in horror, and with a bit of fascination too, as the anvil cracked down the middle. Moments later the two halves split apart, each falling to the floor simultaneously. After a moment of reflection Hymir's chin dropped to his chest, and he took a deep breath before reluctantly asking the blacksmith a question that greatly pained him.
" How much for the axe-hammer,....., and of course the anvil ? "
Ivaldi shook his head in disbelief.
" The weapon will cost you twenty five gold pieces, but I cannot charge you for the anvil. It was a weapon I fashioned in my own workshop that destroyed the anvil, and therefore I cannot blame the boy for not knowing how powerful the axe-hammer is, when I myself had no idea ! " he explained.
Both elders were astonished when the usually impetuous young Jotun shook the hand of Ivaldi, and complimented him for his great skill in making such a fine weapon. Hymir thanked the Dwarf blacksmith, and gladly paid him the asking price, before he and his son took their leave of the Dark Dwarf 's homeland.
On the way back to Snaerfjall Hymir was both amazed and terrified as he watched his son reduce boulders to pebbles with the hammer side of the weapon, and also cut down trees with barely an effort with the axe. And despite all of this destruction the weapon did not dull either its blade, or the mirror like finish that the blacksmith had so carefully and painstakingly polished onto the weapon's surface.
Hymir grinned from ear to ear as he watched Týr destroy anything and everything in his path with his new weapon of war.
" My child is destined for great things ! " he told himself as his son wreaked havoc on the forest around them.
- End Chapter 4
- Next : An Army Of One
- Glenn Bergen, ( Ravensheart ), © Copyright, 2019.