Told by the Northmen Part 14
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Nor was this all, for at the touch of the red-hot iron the body of Geirrod was turned into stone; this Thor now took and set up on top of a high mountain in Giantland; and it was long before any of the folk of that country dared try conclusions with the Thunderer again.
And this is the end of the tale of How the Giant's Daughters tried to kill Thor.
CHAPTER XII
The Story of Balder the Beautiful
_This is the tale the Northmen tell of the sad fate of Balder the Beautiful._
Fair beyond all the sons of Odin was Balder the Beautiful, Balder of the snow-white brow and golden locks, and he was well beloved not only by the Asa folk, but also by the men of the earth below.
"Of all the twelve round Odin's throne, Balder, the Beautiful, alone, The Sun-G.o.d, good and pure and bright, Was loved by all, as all love light."
Balder had a twin-brother named Hoder, who was born blind. Gloomy and silent was he, but none the less he loved his bright sun-brother best of all in heaven or earth.
The home of Balder was a palace with silver roof and pillars of gold, and nothing unclean or impure was allowed to come inside its doors.
Very wise in all magic charms was this radiant young G.o.d; and for all others save himself he could read the future; but "to keep his own life safe and see the sun" was not granted to him.
Now there came a time when Balder's bright face grew sad and downcast; and when his father Odin and his mother Frigga perceived this they implored him to tell them the cause of his grief. Then Balder told them that he had been troubled by strange dreams; and, since in those days men believed that dreams were sent as a warning of what was about to happen, he had gone heavily since these visions had come to him.
First he had dreamt that a dark cloud had arisen which came before the sun and shut out all brightness from the land.
The next night he dreamt again that Asgard lay in darkness, and that her bright flowers and radiant trees were withered and lifeless, and that the Asa folk, dull and withered also, were sorrowing as though from some great calamity.
The third night he dreamt yet again that Asgard was dark and lifeless and that from out of the gloom one sad voice cried:
"Woe! Woe! Woe! For Balder the Beautiful is dead--is dead!"
Odin listened to the recital of this story with heavy heart, and at its conclusion he mounted his coal-black horse and rode over many a hard and toilsome road till he came to the dark abode of Hela. And there he saw, to his surprise, that a great banquet was being prepared in the gloomy hall. Dishes of gold were set upon the table and all the couches were covered with the richest silken tapestry, as though some honoured guest were expected. But a throne that stood at the head of the table was empty.
Very thoughtfully Odin rode on through those dim halls till he came to one where dwelt an ancient prophetess, whose voice no man had heard for many a long year.
Silent he stood before her, until she asked in a voice that sounded as though it came from far away: "Who art thou, and from whence dost thou come to trouble my long rest?"
Now Odin was fearful that she would not answer him did he give his real name, so he told her that he was the son of Valtam, and asked anxiously for whom the grim G.o.ddess of death was preparing her banquet.
Then, to his great grief, the hollow voice of the prophetess replied that Balder was the expected guest, and that he would shortly be sent thither, slain by the hand of Hoder, the blind G.o.d of darkness.
"Who then," asked Odin, in sorrowful tones, "shall avenge the death of Balder?"
And she answered that the son of the Earth-G.o.ddess, Vali by name, should neither
"Comb his raven hair Nor wash his visage in the stream, Nor see the sun's departing beam, Till he on Hoder's corse shall smile Flaming on the funeral pile."
And learning thus of the fate of his two favourite sons, All-Father Odin went sadly back to Asgard.
Meantime Mother Frigga had not been idle. Filled with anxiety for her darling son, she decided to send her servants throughout the earth, bidding them exact a promise from all things--not only living creatures, but plants, stones, and metals, fire, water, trees and diseases of all kinds--that they would do harm in no way to Balder the Beautiful.
Theirs was an easy task, for all things loved the bright Sun-G.o.d, and readily agreed to give the pledge. Nothing was overlooked save only the mistletoe, growing upon the oak-tree that shaded the entrance to Valhalla. It seemed so insignificant that no one thought it worth while to ask this plant to take the oath.
The servants returned to Frigga with all the vows and compacts that had been made; and the Mother of G.o.ds and Men went back with heart at ease to her spinning-wheel.
The Asa folk, too, were rea.s.sured, and, casting aside the burden of care that had fallen upon them, they resumed their favourite game upon the plains of Idavold, where they were wont to contend with one another in the throwing of golden disks.
And when it became known among them that nothing would hurt Balder the Beautiful they invented a new game.
Placing the young Sun-G.o.d in their midst, they would throw stones at him, or thrust at him with their knives, or strike with their wooden staves; and the wood or the knife or the stone would glance off from Balder and leave him quite unhurt.
This new game delighted both Balder and the Asa folk, and so loud was their laughter that Loki, who was some distance away pursuing one of his schemes in the disguise of an old woman, shook with rage at the sound. For Loki was jealous of Balder and, as is usual with people who make themselves disliked, nothing gave him such displeasure as to see a group of the Asas on such happy terms with each other.
Presently, in his wanderings, Loki pa.s.sed by the house of Fensalir, in the doorway of which sat Frigga, at her spinning-wheel. She did not recognise Red Loki, but greeted him kindly and asked:
"Old woman, dost thou know why the G.o.ds are so merry this evening?"
And Loki answered: "They are casting stones and throwing sharp knives and great clubs at Balder the Beautiful, who stands smiling in their midst, daring them to hurt him."
Then Frigga smiled tranquilly and turned again to her wheel, saying: "Let them play on, for no harm will come to him whom all things in heaven and earth have sworn not to hurt."
"Art thou sure, good mother, that _all_ things in heaven and earth have taken this vow?"
"Ay, indeed," replied Frigga, "all save a harmless little plant, the mistletoe, which grows on the oak by Valhalla, and this is far too small and weak to be feared."
And to this Loki replied in musing voice, nodding his head as he spoke: "Yea, thou art right, great Mother of G.o.ds and Men."
But the wicked Asa had learnt what he desired to know. The instrument by which he might bring harm to Balder the Beautiful was now awaiting him, and he determined to use it, to the dire sorrow of Asgard.
Hastening to the western gate of Valhalla, he pulled a clump of the mistletoe from the oak, and fas.h.i.+oned therefrom a little wand, or stick, and with this in his hand he returned to the plain of Idavold.
He was far too cunning, however, to attempt to carry out his wicked design himself. His malicious heart was too well known to the Asa folk. But he soon found an innocent tool. Leaning against a tree, and taking no part in the game, was Hoder, the blind G.o.d, the twin-brother of Balder, and to him he began:
"Hark to the Asas--how they laugh! Do you take no share in the game, good Hoder?"
"Not I," said Hoder gloomily, "for I am blind, and know not where to throw."
"I could show you that," said Loki, a.s.suming a pleasant tone; "'tis no hard matter, Hoder, and methinks the Asas will call you proud and haughty if you take no share in the fun."
"But I have nothing to throw," said poor blind Hoder.
Then Loki said: "Here, at least, is a small shaft, 'twill serve your purpose," and leading innocent Hoder into the ring he cunningly guided his aim. Hoder, well pleased to be able to share in a game with his beloved brother, boldly sped the shaft, expecting to hear the usual shouts of joyous laughter which greeted all such attempts. There fell instead dead silence on his ear, and immediately on this followed a wail of bitter agony. For Balder the Beautiful had fallen dead without a groan, his heart transfixed by the little dart of mistletoe.
"So on the floor lay Balder dead; and round Lay thickly strewn swords, axes, darts, and spears, Which all the G.o.ds in sport had idly thrown At Balder, whom no weapon pierced or clove; But in his breast stood fixed the fatal bough Of mistletoe, which Loki the Accuser gave To Hoder, and unwitting Hoder threw-- 'Gainst that alone had Balder's life no charm."
Dreading he knew not what, Hoder stood in doubt for some moments. But soon the meaning of that bitter wail was borne in upon him, piercing the cloud of darkness in which he always moved. He opened wide his arms as though to clasp the beloved form, and then with: "I have slain thee, my brother," despair seized him and he fell prostrate in utter grief.
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