<h2><SPAN name="LOKIS_CHILDREN" id="LOKIS_CHILDREN">LOKI'S CHILDREN</SPAN></h2>
<p class="drop-cap4"><span class="smcap1">Red</span> Loki, the wickedest of all the
Æsir, had done something of which
he was very much ashamed. He
had married a giantess, the ugliest, fiercest,
most dreadful giantess that ever lived;
and of course he wanted no one to find
out what he had done, for he knew that
Father Odin would be indignant with him
for having wedded one of the enemies of the
Æsir, and that none of his brothers would be
grateful to him for giving them a sister-in-law
so hideous.</p>
<p>But at last All-Father found out the secret
that Loki had been hiding for years. Worst
of all, he found that Loki and the giantess
had three ugly children hidden away in the
dark places of the earth,—three children
of whom Loki was even more ashamed than
of their mother, though he loved them too.
For two of them were the most terrible
monsters which time had ever seen. Hela
his daughter was the least ugly of the three,
though one could scarcely call her attractive.
She was half black and half white, which<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_99" id="Page_99">99</SPAN></span>
must have looked very strange; and she was
not easily mistaken by any one who chanced
to see her, you can well understand. She
was fierce and grim to see, and the very sight
of her caused terror and death to him who
gazed upon her.</p>
<p>But the other two! One was an enormous
wolf, with long fierce teeth and flashing red
eyes. And the other was a scaly, slimy, horrible
serpent, huger than any serpent that ever
lived, and a hundred times more ferocious.
Can you wonder that Loki was ashamed of
such children as these? The wonder is, how
he could find anything about them to love.
But Loki's heart loved evil in secret, and it
was the evil in these three children of his
which made them so ugly.</p>
<p>Now when Odin discovered that three
such monsters had been living in the world
without his knowledge, he was both angry
and anxious, for he knew that these children
of mischievous Loki and his wicked giantess-wife
were dangerous to the peace of Asgard.
He consulted the Norns, the three wise
maidens who lived beside the Urdar-well, and
who could see into the future to tell what<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_100" id="Page_100">100</SPAN></span>
things were to happen in coming years. And
they bade him beware of Loki's children;
they told him that the three monsters would
bring great sorrow upon Asgard, for the giantess
their mother would teach them all her
hatred of Odin's race, while they would have
their father's sly wisdom to help them in all
mischief. So Odin knew that his fears had
warned him truly. Something must be done
to prevent the dangers which threatened Asgard.
Something must be done to keep the
three out of mischief.</p>
<p>Father Odin sent for all the gods, and
bade them go forth over the world, find the
children of Loki in the secret places where
they were hidden, and bring them to him.
Then the Æsir mounted their horses and set
out on their difficult errand. They scoured
Asgard, Midgard the world of men, Utgard
and Jotunheim where the giants lived. And
at last they found the three horrible creatures
hiding in their mother's cave. They dragged
them forth and took them up to Asgard, before
Odin's high throne.</p>
<p>Now All-Father had been considering what
should be done with the three monsters, and<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_101" id="Page_101">101</SPAN></span>
when they came, his mind was made up.
Hela, the daughter, was less evil than the
other two, but her face was dark and gloomy,
and she brought death to those who looked
upon her. She must be prisoned out of
sight in some far place, where her sad eyes
could not look sorrow into men's lives and
death into their hearts. So he sent her down,
down into the dark, cold land of Niflheim,
which lay below one root of the great tree
Yggdrasil. Here she must live forever and
ever. And, because she was not wholly bad,
Odin made her queen of that land, and for
her subjects she was to have all the folk who
died upon the earth,—except the heroes
who perished in battle; for these the Valkyries
carried straight to Valhalla in Asgard.
But all who died of sickness or of old age,
all who met their deaths through accident or
men's cruelty, were sent to Queen Hela, who
gave them lodgings in her gloomy palace.
Vast was her kingdom, huge as nine worlds,
and it was surrounded by a high wall, so that
no one who had once gone thither could ever
return. And here thenceforth Loki's daughter
reigned among the shadows, herself half<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_102" id="Page_102">102</SPAN></span>
shadow and half light, half good and half
bad.</p>
<p>But the Midgard serpent was a more dangerous
beast even than Death. Odin frowned
when he looked upon this monster writhing
before his throne. He seized the scaly length
in his mighty arms and hurled it forth over
the wall of Asgard. Down, down went the
great serpent, twisting and twirling as he fell,
while all the sky was black with the smoke
from his nostrils, and the sound of his hissing
made every creature tremble. Down, down
he fell with a great splash into the deep
ocean which surrounded the world. There he
lay writhing and squirming, growing always
larger and larger, until he was so huge that
he stretched like a ring about the whole
earth, with his tail in his mouth, and his
wicked eyes glaring up through the water
towards Asgard which he hated. Sometimes
he heaved himself up, great body and all,
trying to escape from the ocean which was
his prison. At those times there were great
waves in the sea, snow and stormy winds and
rain upon the earth, and every one would
be filled with fear lest he escape and bring<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_103" id="Page_103">103</SPAN></span>
horrors to pass. But he was never able to
drag out his whole hideous length. For the
evil in him had grown with his growth; and
a weight of evil is the heaviest of all things
to lift.</p>
<p>The third monster was the Fenris wolf,
and this was the most dreadful of the three.
He was so terrible that at first Father Odin
decided not to let him out of his sight. He
lived in Asgard then, among the Æsir.
Only Tŷr the brave had courage enough to
give him food. Day by day he grew huger
and huger, fiercer and fiercer, and finally,
when All-Father saw how mighty he had
become, and how he bid fair to bring destruction
upon all Asgard if he were allowed
to prowl and growl about as he saw fit, Odin
resolved to have the beast chained up. The
Æsir then went to their smithies and forged
a long, strong chain which they thought no
living creature could break. They took it
to the wolf to try its strength, and he, looking
sidewise, chuckled to himself and let
them do what they would with him. But
as soon as he stretched himself, the chain
burst into a thousand pieces, as if it were<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_104" id="Page_104">104</SPAN></span>
made of twine. Then the Æsir hurried away
and made another chain, far, far stronger than
the first.</p>
<p>"If you can break this, O Fenrir," they
said, "you will be famous indeed."</p>
<p>Again the wolf blinked at his chain;
again he chuckled and let them fasten him
without a struggle, for he knew that his
own strength had been increased since he
broke the other; but as soon as the chain
was fastened, he shook his great shoulders,
kicked his mighty legs, and—snap!—the
links of the chain went whirling far and
wide, and once more the fierce beast was
free.</p>
<p>Then the Æsir were alarmed for fear that
they would never be able to make a chain
mighty enough to hold the wolf, who was
growing stronger every minute; but they
sent Skirnir, Frey's trusty messenger, to the
land of the dwarfs for help. "Make us a
chain," was the message he bore from the
Æsir,—"make us a chain stronger than
any chain that was ever forged; for the
Fenris wolf must be captured and bound,
or all the world must pay the penalty."</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_105" id="Page_105">105</SPAN></span>
The dwarfs were the finest workmen in
the world, as the Æsir knew; for it was
they who made Thor's hammer, and Odin's
spear, and Balder's famous ship, besides
many other wondrous things that you remember.
So when Skirnir gave them the
message, they set to work with their little
hammers and anvils, and before long they
had welded a wonderful chain, such as no
man had ever before seen. Strange things
went to the making of it,—the sound of
a cat's footsteps, the roots of a mountain,
a bear's sinews, a fish's breath, and other
magic materials that only the dwarfs knew
how to put together; and the result was a
chain as soft and twistable as a silken cord,
but stronger than an iron cable. With this
chain Skirnir galloped back to Asgard, and
with it the gods were sure of chaining
Fenrir; but they meant to go about the
business slyly, so that the wolf should not
suspect the danger which was so near.</p>
<p>"Ho, Fenrir!" they cried. "Here is a
new chain for you. Do you think you can
snap this as easily as you did the last?
We warn you that it is stronger than it<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_106" id="Page_106">106</SPAN></span>
looks." They handed it about from one
to another, each trying to break the links,
but in vain. The wolf watched them disdainfully.</p>
<p>"Pooh! There is little honor in breaking
a thread so slender!" he said. "I know
that I could snap it with one bite of my big
teeth. But there may be some trick about
it; I will not let it bind my feet,—not I."</p>
<p>"Oho!" cried the Æsir. "He is afraid!
He fears that we shall bind him in cords
that he cannot loose. But see how slender
the chain is. Surely, if you could burst the
chain of iron, O Fenrir, you could break
this far more easily." Still the wolf shook
his head, and refused to let them fasten him,
suspecting some trick. "But even if you
find that you cannot break our chain," they
said, "you need not be afraid. We shall
set you free again."</p>
<p>"Set me free!" growled the wolf. "Yes,
you will set me free at the end of the world,—not
before! I know your ways, O Æsir;
and if you are able to bind me so fast that
I cannot free myself, I shall wait long to
have the chain made loose. But no one<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_107" id="Page_107">107</SPAN></span>
shall call me coward. If one of you will
place his hand in my mouth and hold it
there while the others bind me, I will let
the chain be fastened."</p>
<p>The gods looked at one another, their
mouths drooping. Who would do this
thing and bear the fury of the angry wolf
when he should find himself tricked and
captured? Yet this was their only chance
to bind the monster and protect Asgard
from danger. At last bold Tŷr stepped forward,
the bravest of all the Æsir. "Open
your mouth, Fenrir," he cried, with a laugh.
"I will pledge my hand to the trial."</p>
<p>Then the wolf yawned his great jaws,
and Tŷr thrust in his good right hand,
knowing full well that he was to lose it
in the game. The Æsir stepped up with
the dwarfs' magic chain, and Fenrir let
them fasten it about his feet. But when
the bonds were drawn tight, he began
to struggle; and the more he tugged, the
tighter drew the chain, so that he soon saw
himself to be entrapped. Then how he
writhed and kicked, howled and growled, in
his terrible rage! How the heavens trembled<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_108" id="Page_108">108</SPAN></span>
and the earth shook below! The Æsir
set up a laugh to see him so helpless—all
except Tŷr; for at the first sound of laughter
the wolf shut his great mouth with a
click, and poor brave Tŷr had lost the right
hand which had done so many heroic deeds
in battle, and which would never again
wave sword before the warriors whom he
loved and would help to win the victory.
But great was the honor which he won that
day, for without his generous deed the Fenris
wolf could never have been captured.</p>
<p>And now the monster was safely secured
by the strong chain which the dwarfs had
made, and all his struggles to be free were
in vain, for they only bound the silken rope
all the tighter. The Æsir took one end of
the chain and fastened it through a big rock
which they planted far down in the earth,
as far as they could drive it with a huge
hammer of stone. Into the wolf's great mouth
they thrust a sword crosswise, so that the
hilt pierced his lower jaw while the point
stuck through the upper one; and there in
the heart of the world he lay howling and
growling, but quite unable to move. Only<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_109" id="Page_109">109</SPAN></span>
the foam which dripped from his angry jaws
trickled away and over the earth until it
formed a mighty river; from his wicked
mouth also came smoke and fire, and the
sound of his horrible growls. And when
men hear this and see this they run away as
fast as they can, for they know that danger
still lurks near where the Fenris wolf lies
chained in the depths of the earth; and here
he will lie until Ragnarök,—until the end
of all things.</p>
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