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Del 25: Then sought the Gods their assembly-seats

I look after the Ravens. Hugin flies right towards the setting Sun. Munin circles overhead a few times, then follows.
Hreidmar touches his scaly forehead to mine.
"The cogs are turning. Now, we are to visit the cave."
"Can we leave Atle here? To hold wake over Fafni."
His golden-green eyes close for a moment.
"You are afraid he would get hurt?"
I nod. Look into his eyes.
"Seeing Bryn might be too much for him. You don't know Atle as I do. His heart is softer than almost anyone's I have ever met."
"I know, child. Nothing happens in these Mountains without a word sent to me. Atle is revered by the little beasts for his gentle spirit."
I smile.
"He is a lousy hunter."
Hreidmar winks.
"Worse than that. He use to go around, freeing rabbits and birds. Destroying traps. Cutting nooses."
"I didn't know that. But I am not surprised."
"He will be a good king."
"Atle? He has an older brother. He won't be king. Not if Buda sires sons."
Hreidmar winks again.
"Trust me on this one, child."
"Mon-tey." I bow. He gently catches me in his massive jaw, flings me on his back, and we are off.
Flying on the back of a dragon is a novel experience. The wind is searing cold, the air is too thin. I hold on for dear life. Not easy, Hreidmar's scales are hard and sharp, fitting perfectly to each other. His hide is slippery, my fingers can't find anything to hold onto. I can only squeeze him with my thighs, hoping for a smooth ride. Luckily, it only takes minutes until we land, just outside the cave. The silence is menacing.
" You will wait here, child." Hreidmar tastes the air with his forked tongue.
He disappears in Fafni's cave before I could protest. The reckoning will happen without me.

I look around after dry wood. Build a fire. Sit down, waiting. The hours pass. Only ashes and embers left when Hreidmar finally comes back, carrying Sigurds limp body between his fangs. I look at Sigurd, feel the hatred well up in me. The urge to hurt him is overwhelming. He is almost completely naked, looks like the clothes were burned off him. He still wears my ring on his shaft. I slip it off. He sighs, but doesn't regain consciousness.
"He will sleep until I revoke the enchantment."
"And Bryn?" Her name leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. I feel the tinge of my own curse, like a flame burning my heart. One way or another, I will be the one to bring her down.
"Entombed. Asleep. Only Gunnar can wake her up. She is guarded by my flame."
Hreidmar lifts his snout towards the Sun. Tastes the air.
"The Ravens arrived. I feel the wrath of Odin, his curse on Bryn. Ah, yes. Here it comes."
The wind picks up, I can smell the thunder before it comes down and hits the opening of the cave. It erupts in green flames. They rise higher as I go closer, engulfing the mouth of the cave.
"Only the bravest warrior can wake her now, to take her hand in marriage."
"Well, that rules him out." I can't stop myself from kicking Sigurd on the shin, as he lies at my feet.
Hreidmar mumbles something under his breath, I can't make out the words. Sigurd wakes up with a twitch. I draw forth my blade, ready to do some damage. See his eyes fill with terror at the sight of us.
"Let's go find Swanhild." Hreidmar's body keeps me away from Sigurd. He knows how badly I ache to see his blood. He picks me up between his sharp fangs, carefully, so his tongue won't touch me. Puts me on his back, and we are airborne again.
He knows where to land without me telling him.

"You know the routine, child. You build a fire, I do some magic."
I bow my head. Hreidmar touches his forehead to mine. His golden green eyes glitter as he looks at me. His gaze goes deep, as if he tries to look into my heart. See me as I am.
"Mist. My daughter, from now on. I give you Fafni's birthright." His forehead heats up as it touches mine, radiates warmth into me.
I feel a blinding, searing pain in my head, fall to my knees, cry out. Have to close my eyes. As if the Mountain itself landed on my skull. I feel the blood surging in my brain. When I can finally open my eyes, I feel confused. I see runes. Runes everywhere. On the wings of the butterflies. On the crevices of the rocks, the lines of the leaves, the patterns of petals. On the birds that fly by, on the lizards scurrying around, on everything that's alive. Runes on every scale of Hreidmar. On my own hand. All of them talking to me. A million voices in harmony. A choir.
"Out of many, we are one. Entwining, converging. We are life itself."
I see with Fafni's eyes.

Fortsättning:

Del 1 (15 sep 2023)
Del 2: Learn it well and tell it to others (2 maj 2019)
Del 3: As a blood-red cloud darkens the sky (3 maj 2019)
Del 4: Only the Valkyries can choose the slain (3 maj 2019)
Del 5: Spears will shatter shields will splinter (4 maj 2019)
Del 6: Swords will gnaw like wolves through armor (4 jun 2019)
Del 7: Let us now wind the web of war (10 maj 2019)
Del 8: With swords unsheated away from here (6 maj 2019)
Del 9: Let us advance and wade through the ranks (30 mar 2020)
Del 10: The shafts are iron-bound and arrows are the shuttles (17 maj 2019)
Del 11: The Valkyries go weaving with drawn swords (14 sep 2019)
Del 12: We sang well victory songs (10 maj 2019)
Del 13: Where friends of us are exchanging blows (17 maj 2019)
Del 14: The web of man grey as armor (14 sep 2019)
Del 15: Will cross it with a crimson weft (15 maj 2019)
Del 16: Where the warrior banners are forging forwards (17 maj 2019)
Del 17: The news of disaster will spread through lands (14 sep 2019)
Del 18: The Sun, sister of the Moon from South (10 jul 2019)
Del 19: Her right hand cast over heaven's rim (27 maj 2019)
Del 20: No knowledge she had where her home should be (4 jun 2019)
Del 21: The Moon knew not what might was his (30 mar 2020)
Del 22: The stars knew not where their stations were (30 mar 2020)
Del 23: From below the dragon dark comes forth (21 jun 2019)
Del 24: The bodies of men on his wings he bears (14 sep 2019)
Del 25: Then sought the Gods their assembly-seats (14 sep 2019)
Del 26: Thence come the maidens, mighty in wisdom (6 jul 2019)
Del 27: One did I see in the wet woods bound (27 jul 2019)
Del 28: Wise shall he seem who well can question, and also answers well (14 sep 2019)
Del 29: Nought is concealed that men may say amongst the sons of men (10 sep 2019)
Del 30: Speak thou of hell, for of heaven I know (30 okt 2019)
Del 31: All to know that I fain would ask, who shall vengeance win for the evil work (28 sep 2019)
Del 32: No wise-woman art thou, nor wisdom hast (13 okt 2019)
Del 33: Maiden, awake! Wake thee, my friend. (18 okt 2019)
Del 34: My sister Hyndla, in thy hollow cave! (18 okt 2019)
Del 35: Already comes darkness and ride must we (5 jan 2022)
Del 36: To Valhall, to seek the sacred hall (23 okt 2019)
Del 37: The favour of Allfather seek we to find, to his followers gold he gladly gives (11 nov 2019)
Del 38: And to Sigurd he gave a sword as gift (14 nov 2019)
Del 39: Triumph to some, and treasure to others (2 dec 2019)
Del 40: To many wisdom, and skill in words (12 dec 2019)
Del 41: Fair winds to the sailor, to the singer his art and a manly heart to many a hero (31 dec 2019)
Del 42: From the stall now one of your wolves lead forth (29 mar 2020)
Del 43: Falsely thou asketh me, Freya, to go (16 apr 2020)
Del 44: For so in the glance of thine eyes I see (5 maj 2020)
Del 45: On the way of the slain thy lover goes with thee (6 maj 2020)
Del 46: Wild dreams, methinks are thine when thou sayest my lover is with me (15 aug 2021)
Del 47: On the way of the slain (11 maj 2020)
Del 48: Long is the way, long must thou wander (15 aug 2021)
Del 49: But long is love as well (20 maj 2020)
Del 50: Thou mayst find, perchance, what Thou fain wouldst have (15 aug 2021)
Del 51: If the Fates their favor will give (13 jul 2020)
Del 52: And now I have what I ever hoped (17 jul 2020)

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