<h2><SPAN name="SKADIS_CHOICE" id="SKADIS_CHOICE">SKADI'S CHOICE</SPAN></h2>
<p class="drop-cap3"><span class="smcap1">The</span> giant Thiasse, whom Thor slew
for the theft of Idun and the magic
apples, had a daughter, Skadi, who
was a very good sort of girl, as giantesses go.
Most of them were evil-tempered, spiteful,
and cruel creatures, who desired only to do
harm to the gods and to all who were good.
But Skadi was different. Stronger than the
hatred of her race for the Æsir, stronger even
than her wish to be revenged for her father's
death, was her love for Balder the beautiful,
the pride of all the gods. If she had not
been a giantess, she might have hoped that
he would love her also; but she knew that
no one who lived in Asgard would ever think
kindly of her race, which had caused so much
trouble to Balder and his brothers. After
her father was killed by the Æsir, however,
Skadi had a wise idea.</p>
<p>Skadi put on her helm and corselet and
set out for Asgard, meaning to ask a noble
price to pay for the sorrow of Thiasse's
death. The gods, who had all grown young
and boyish once again, were sitting in Valhalla<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_71" id="Page_71">71</SPAN></span>
merrily enjoying a banquet in honor of
Idun's safe return, when Skadi, clattering with
steel, strode into their midst. Heimdal the
watchman, astonished at the sight, had let
this maiden warrior pass him upon the rainbow
bridge. The Æsir set down their cups
hastily, and the laughter died upon their lips;
for though she looked handsome, Skadi was
a terrible figure in her silver armor and with
her spear as long as a ship's mast brandished
in her giant hand.</p>
<p>The nine Valkyries, Odin's maiden warriors,
hurried away to put on their own helmets
and shields; for they would not have
this other maiden, ten times as huge, see
them meekly waiting at table, while they
had battle-dresses as fine as hers to show the
stranger.</p>
<p>"Who are you, maiden, and what seek
you here?" asked Father Odin.</p>
<p>"I am Skadi, the daughter of Thiasse,
whom your folk have slain," answered she,
"and I come here for redress."</p>
<p>At these words the coward Loki, who
had been at the killing of Thiasse, skulked
low behind the table; but Thor, who had<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_72" id="Page_72">72</SPAN></span>
done the killing, straightened himself and
clenched his fists tightly. He was not afraid
of any giant, however fierce, and this maiden
with her shield and spear only angered him.</p>
<p>"Well, Skadi," quoth Odin gravely, "your
father was a thief, and died for his sins. He
stole fair Idun and her magic apples, and
for that crime he died, which was only just.
Yet because our righteous deed has left
you an orphan, Skadi, we will grant you a
recompense, so you shall be at peace with
us; for it is not fitting that the Æsir should
quarrel with women. What is it you ask,
O Skadi, as solace for the death of Thiasse?"</p>
<p>Skadi looked like an orphan who was
well able to take care of herself; and this
indeed her next words showed her to be.
"I ask two things," she said, without a moment's
hesitation: "I ask the husband whom
I shall select from among you; and I ask
that you shall make me laugh, for it is
many days since grief has let me enjoy a
smile."</p>
<p>At this strange request the Æsir looked
astonished, and some of them seemed rather<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_73" id="Page_73">73</SPAN></span>
startled; for you can fancy that none of
them wanted a giantess, however handsome,
for his wife. They put their heads together
and consulted long whether or not they
should allow Skadi her two wishes.</p>
<p>"I will agree to make her laugh," grinned
Loki; "but suppose she should choose me
for her husband! I am married to one giantess
already."</p>
<p>"No fear of that, Loki," said Thor; "you
were too near being the cause of her father's
death for her to love you overmuch. Nor
do I think that she will choose me; so I am
safe."</p>
<p>Loki chuckled and stole away to think
up a means of making Skadi laugh.</p>
<p>Finally, the gods agreed that Skadi should
choose one of them for her husband; but
in order that all might have a fair chance
of missing this honor which no one coveted,
she was to choose in a curious way. All
the Æsir were to stand in a row behind the
curtain which was drawn across the end of
the hall, so that only their feet were seen by
Skadi; and by their feet alone Skadi was to
select him who was to be her husband.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_74" id="Page_74">74</SPAN></span>
Now Skadi was very ready to agree to
this, for she said to herself, "Surely, I shall
know the feet of Balder, for they will be the
most beautiful of any."</p>
<p>Amid nervous laughter at this new game,
the Æsir ranged themselves in a row behind
the purple curtain, with only their line of
feet showing below the golden border. There
were Father Odin, Thor the Thunderer, and
Balder his brother; there was old Niörd the
rich, with his fair son Frey; there were Tŷr
the bold, Bragi the poet, blind Höd, and
Vidar the silent; Vali and Ull the archers,
Forseti the wise judge, and Heimdal the gold-toothed
watchman. Loki alone, of all the
Æsir, was not there; and Loki was the only
one who did not shiver as Skadi walked up
and down the hall looking at the row of
feet.</p>
<p>Up and down, back and forth, went Skadi,
looking carefully; and among all those sandaled
feet there was one pair more white
and fair and beautiful than the rest.</p>
<p>"Surely, these are Balder's feet!" she
thought, while her heart thumped with
eagerness under her silver corselet. "Oh,<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_75" id="Page_75">75</SPAN></span>
if I guess aright, dear Balder will be my
husband!"</p>
<p>She paused confidently before the handsomest
pair of feet, and, pointing to them
with her spear, she cried, "I choose here!
Few blemishes are to be found in Balder the
beautiful."</p>
<p>A shout of laughter arose behind the curtain,
and forth slunk—not young Balder,
but old Niörd the rich, king of the ocean
wind, the father of those fair twins, Frey and
Freia. Skadi had chosen the handsome feet
of old Niörd, and thenceforth he must be her
husband.</p>
<p>Niörd was little pleased; but Skadi was
heart-broken. Her face grew longer and sadder
than before when he stepped up and
took her hand sulkily, saying, "Well, I am
to be your husband, then, and all my riches
stored in Noatûn, the home of ships, are to
be yours. You would have chosen Balder,
and I wish that this luck had been his!
However, it cannot be helped now."</p>
<p>"Nay," answered Skadi, frowning, "the
bargain is not yet complete. No one of you
has made me laugh. I am so sad now, that<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_76" id="Page_76">76</SPAN></span>
it will be a merry jest indeed which can wring
laughter from my heavy heart." She sighed,
looking at Balder. But Balder loved only
Nanna in all the world.</p>
<p>Just then, out came Loki, riding on one
of Thor's goat steeds; and the red-bearded
fellow cut up such ridiculous capers with
the gray-bearded goat that soon not only
Skadi, but all the Æsir and Niörd himself
were holding their sides with laughter.</p>
<p>"Fairly won, fairly won!" cried Skadi,
wiping the tears from her eyes. "I am
beaten. I shall not forget that it is Loki to
whom I owe this last joke. Some day I shall
be quits with you, red joker!" And this
threat she carried out in the end, on the day
of Loki's punishment.</p>
<p>Skadi was married to old Niörd, both unwilling;
and they went to live among the
mountains in Skadi's home, which had once
been Thiasse's palace, where he had shut
Idun in a prison cell. As you can imagine,
Niörd and Skadi did not live happily ever
after, like the good prince and princess in
the story-book. For, in the first place, Skadi
was a giantess; and there are few folk, I<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_77" id="Page_77">77</SPAN></span>
fancy, who could live happily with a giantess.
In the second place, she did not love Niörd,
nor did he love Skadi, and neither forgot
that Skadi's choosing had been sorrow to
them both. But the third reason was the
most important of all; and this was because
Skadi and Niörd could not agree upon the
place which should be their home. For
Niörd did not like the mountain palace of
Skadi's people,—the place where roaring
winds rushed down upon the sea and its
ships. The sea with its ships was his friend,
and he wanted to dwell in Noatûn, where
he had greater wealth than any one else in
the world,—where he could rule the fresh
sea-wind and tame the wild ocean, granting
the prayers of fisher-folk and the seafarers,
who loved his name.</p>
<p>Finally, they agreed to dwell first in one
place, then in the other, so that each might
be happy in turn. For nine days they tarried
in Thrymheim, and then they spent
three in Noatûn. But even this arrangement
could not bring peace. One day they
had a terrible quarrel. It was just after they
had come down from Skadi's mountain home<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_78" id="Page_78">78</SPAN></span>
for their three days in Niörd's sea palace, and
he was so glad to be back that he <span class="locked">cried,—</span></p>
<p>"Ah, how I hate your hills! How long
the nine nights seemed, with the wolves howling
until dawn among the dark mountains
of Giant Land! What a discord compared
to the songs of the swans who sail upon my
dear, dear ocean!" Thus rudely he taunted
his wife; but Skadi answered him with spirit.</p>
<p>"And I—I cannot sleep by your rolling
sea-waves, where the birds are ever calling,
calling, as they come from the woods on the
shore. Each morning the sea-gull's scream
wakes me at some unseemly hour. I will
not stay here even for three nights! I will
not stay!"</p>
<p>"And I will have no more of your windy
mountain-tops," roared Niörd, beside himself
with rage. "Go, if you wish! Go back
to Thrymheim! I shall not follow you, be
sure!"</p>
<p>So Skadi went back to her mountains
alone, and dwelt in the empty house of
Thiasse, her father. She became a mighty
huntress, swift on the skees and ice-runners
which she strapped to her feet. Day after<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_79" id="Page_79">79</SPAN></span>
day she skimmed over the snow-crusted
mountains, bow in hand, to hunt the wild
beasts which roamed there. "Skee-goddess,"
she was called; and never again did she
come to Asgard halls. Quite alone in the
cold country, she hunted hardily, keeping
ever in her heart the image of Balder the
beautiful, whom she loved, but whom she
had lost forever by her unlucky choice.</p>
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