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Fasholt: “Hail strangers! Who are ye that sit alone
Thus brooding in the cruel winter night?
Nay, answer not; for I perceive myself,
Ye are the high gods’ kinsfolk, and ye wait
Doubtless to watch the building of my wall.
Well, rest assured of this: it shall be done,
For I am bent on gaining that dear prize,
To cheer my lonely home in Jottumheim.”
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Yonder, over the hill, the pale precursor of Billing
Paints with a ghostly line of white that corner of heaven:
Down in the silent woods, to the Westward, buried in shadow,
Tho’ it be still dark night, yet every bird hath awoken.
Borne on the chill night breeze, a restless whisper ariseth,
Where they are stirring below, chattering down in the thickets.
Now, with a ruddier tint, the roofs of adorable mansions
Gleam in the city above, high in impregnable Asgard.
Gone is the night of our fear: let us greet the day with rejoicing.
Praising, each from her heart, the Norns that have pitied our sorrow.
Who cometh hither in haste, so wild and so eager for tidings?
Surely over the brow of the mountain Loki appeareth.
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Odin: “So be it then. The day
Of doom at last has fallen. Wo is me,
Never again as in the days of yore,
To clasp thy hands in friendship, or to walk
Together through the chaos, as of old
Ere yet the worlds were builded! Thou alone
Couldest be my friend, or understand. For these—
Gods, men, or beasts, what are they but my self,
Mirrored again in myriad forms? Alas,
How weary is my soul……
But let us come,
Oh, maidens, and repair to heaven’s halls.
THE END