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Cyclops

Cyclops



In Greek mythology and later Roman mythology, a cyclops (pronounced /ˈsaɪklɒps/; Greek: Κύκλωψ, Kuklōps), was a member of a primordial race of giants, each with a single eye in the middle of its forehead. The classical plural is cyclopes (pronounced /saɪˈkloʊpiːz/; Greek: Κύκλωπες, Kuklōpes), though the conventional plural cyclopses is also used in English. The name is widely thought to mean "circle-eyed".http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cyclops#cite_note-0 Hesiod described one group of cyclopes and the epic poet Homer described another, though other accounts have also been written by the playwright Euripides, poet Theocritus and Roman epic poet Virgil. In Hesiod's Theogony, Zeus releases three Cyclopes, the sons of Uranus and Gaia, from the dark pit of Tartarus. They provide Zeus' thunderbolt, Hades' helmet of invisibility, and Poseidon's trident, and the gods use these weapons to defeat the Titans. In a famous episode of Homer's Odyssey, the hero Odysseus encounters the Cyclops Polyphemus, the son of Poseidon and a nereidThoosa), who lives with his fellow Cyclopes in a distant country. The connection between the two groups has been debated in antiquity and by modern scholars.http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cyclops#cite_note-1 It is upon Homer's account that Euripides and Virgil based their accounts of the mythical creatures. (

 

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Hecatoncheires

Hecatoncheires



The Hekatonkheires, or Hecantochires (pronounced /ˌhɛkətəŋˈkaɪriːz/; Greek: Ἑκατόγχειρες ( (listen) (help·info) "Hundred-Handed Ones," Latinized Centimani), were figures in an archaic stage of Greek mythology, three giants of incredible strength and ferocity, that surpasses that of all of Titans whom they helped overthrow. Their name derives from the Greek ἑκατόν (hekaton; "hundred") and χείρ (kheir; "hand"), "each of them having a hundred hands and fifty heads" (Bibliotheca). Hesiod's Theogony (624, 639, 714, 734–35) reports that the three Hekatonkheires became the guards of the gates of Tartarus.
In Virgil's Aeneid (10.566-67), in which Aeneas is likened to one of them, Briareus (known here as Aegaeon), they fought on the side of the Titans rather than the Olympians; in this Virgil was following the lost Corinthian epic Titanomachy rather than the more familiar account in Hesiod.
Other accounts make Briareus or Aegaeon one of the assailants of Olympus, who, after his defeat, was buried under Mount Aetna (Callimachus, Hymn to Delos, 141).

 

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Bellerophon

Bellerophon



Bellerophon provides a lesson in the proper relationship between a mortal hero and the gods. When he was young he honored the gods and won their favor but, then his pride got the better of him and led to his downfall.
Bellerophon was the son of Eurynome, wife of Glaucus, by Poseidon. He was raised by Glaucus who thought Bellerophon was his own son. Considering both his fathers involvement with horses it is not surprising that he quested after Pegasus. After many failures he asked the seer Polyeidus for help.

Following Polyeidus instructions he spent the night at an alter to Athena. Here he had a dream of the goddess giving him a magical golden bridle. He awoke and found the bridle from the dream in his hands. He sensibly sacrificed to both Athena and Poseidon. This done he went to where Pegasus grazed and was able to bridle and ride the horse without difficulty. Triumphant in his success he went to King Pittheus and received permission to marry his daughter Aethra. However, before the marriage could take place he accidently killed a man, possibly one of his brothers, and was banished.

He went to King Proetus to be purified for his crime. This was done but, while staying as Proetus's house guest the King's wife, Stheneboea, attempted to seduce him. As an honorable man Bellerophon rejected her advances. This infuriated Stheneboea who then falsely accused him of attempting to seduce her.

Greatly upset, Proetus wished to be rid of Bellerophon without having to accuse him publicly. He was also concerned about harming a house guest as this was an offence to the gods. So he sent Bellerophon to deliver a sealed message to his wife's father, King Iobates.

Arriving on Pegasus, Bellerophon was warmly received and settled in as Iobates house guest. Iobates unsealed and read the message thus learning of Stheneboea's accusations against Bellerophon. This left Iobates in the same predicament of acting against a guest that had troubled Proetus.

Iobates solution was to ask Bellerophon to undertake a series of heroic but, normally deadly tasks. However, Bellerophon's courage and skill as an archer combined with Pegasus as a mount allowed him to prevail. In addition his parentage, his sacrifices, and his acts of honor brought him the favor of the gods. His first task was to kill the terrible Chimaera. Succeeding here he was sent to conquer the neighboring Solymi tribe, who were Iobates traditional enemies. When he defeated them the King sent him to fight the Amazons. He was again victorious. In desperation Iobates laid an ambush against Bellerophon using his entire army. This army was killed to the last man.

At this point Iobates had the wisdom to notice that something was very wrong. He realized that the gods favored Bellerophon and that this favor would not have been given to a dishonorable house guest. Iobates succeed in making amends by giving Bellerophon half his kingdom, including the best farm land and his daughter Philonoe in marriage.

There are two stories concerning the fate of Stheneboea. One that Bellerophon extracted revenge by taking her for a ride on Pegasus then shoving her off to fall to her death. This seems unheroic. In the other version Stheneboea hears that Bellerophon has married her sister. She knows that this means her slander will be reveled and chose to kill herself.

It appeared that Bellerophon would live happily ever after. His glorious deeds were widely sung. He was happily married. Philonoe bore him two sons, Isander and Hippolochus, and two daughters, Laodameia and Deidameia. As a king his subjects loved and honored him.

All this was not enough for Bellerophon. In his arrogance he decided that he could ride Pegasus to Mount Olympus and visit the gods. Zeus quickly put an end to his trip by sending the gadfly to sting Pegasus and throw Bellerophon. He survived his fall but, was crippled. He spent the rest of his life wandering the earth. No man would help him because of his offense to the gods. He died alone with no one to record his fate.​

 

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you may wanna add
MEDUSA to yr list as well

that's kinda like the goddess of yr type ;)
 

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THE MEDUSA

THE MEDUSA



The medusa was an ugly creature. Let's have a look at how she came into existance, for she wasn't always that ugly... Again, the Gods played their role.
The Medusa was the daughter of Phorkys and Keto, the children of Gaia (Earth) and Okeanos (Ocean). She was one of the three sisters known as the Gorgons. The other two sisters were Sthenno and Euryale. Medusa was the only mortal out of the three. She was once very beautiful and lived far in the north were the sun didn't visit. Being very curious, she wanted to see the sun, and asked the Goddess Athena for permission to visit the south. Athena refused to allow her to visit.
The medusa got angry and dared to say that Athena hadn't given her permission because she was jealous of her beauty. that was it! Athena was angered and punished her by turning her hair into snakes and cursing her by making her so ugly that who ever lookes at her eyes would turn into stone.
 

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ADMETUS AND THE SHEPHERD

ADMETUS AND THE SHEPHERD

Apollo did not live always free of care, though he was the most glorious of the gods. One day, in anger with the Cyclopes who work at the forges of Vulcan, he sent his arrows after them, to the wrath of all the gods, but especially of Zeus. (For the Cyclopes always make his thunderbolts, and make them well.) Even the divine archer could not go unpunished, and as a penalty he was sent to serve some mortal for a year. Some say one year and some say nine, but in those days time passed quickly; and as for the gods, they took no heed of it.

Now there was a certain king in Thessaly, Admetus by name, and there came to him one day a stranger, who asked leave to serve about the palace. None knew his name, but he was very comely, and moreover, when they questioned him he said that he had come from a position of high trust. So without further delay they made him chief shepherd of the royal flocks.

Every day thereafter, he drove his sheep to the banks of the river Amphrysus, and there he sat to watch them browse. The country-folk that passed drew near to wonder at him, without daring to ask questions. He seemed to have a knowledge of leech-craft, and knew how to cure the ills of any wayfarer with any weed that grew near by; and he would pipe for hours in the sun. A simple-spoken man he was, yet he seemed to know much more than he would say, and he smiled with a kindly mirth when the people wished him sunny weather.

Indeed, as days went by, it seemed as if summer had come to stay, and, like the shepherd, found the place friendly. Nowhere else were the flocks so white and fair to see, like clouds loitering along a bright sky; and sometimes, when he chose, their keeper sang to them. Then the grasshoppers drew near and the swans sailed close to the river banks, and the country-men gathered about to hear wonderful tales of the slaying of the monster Python, and of a king with ass's ears, and of a lovely maiden, Daphne, who grew into a laurel-tree. In time the rumor of these things drew the king himself to listen; and Admetus, who had been to see the world in the ship Argo, knew at once that this was no earthly shepherd, but a god. From that day, like a true king, he treated his guest with reverence and friendliness, asking no questions; and the god was well pleased.

Now it came to pass that Admetus fell in love with a beautiful maiden, Alcestis, and, because of the strange condition that her father Pelias had laid upon all suitors, he was heavy-hearted. Only that man who should come to woo her in a chariot drawn by a wild boar and a lion might ever marry Alcestis; and this task was enough to puzzle even a king.

As for the shepherd, when he heard of it he rose, one fine morning, and left the sheep and went his way,--no one knew whither. If the sun had gone out, the people could not have been more dismayed. The king himself went, late in the day, to walk by the river Amphrysus, and wonder if his gracious keeper of the flocks had deserted him in a time of need. But at that very moment, whom should he see returning from the woods but the shepherd, glorious as sunset, and leading side by side a lion and a boar, as gentle as two sheep! The very next morning, with joy and gratitude, Admetus set out in his chariot for the kingdom of Pelias, and there he wooed and won Alcestis, the most loving wife that was ever heard of.

It was well for Admetus that he came home with such a comrade, for the year was at an end, and he was to lose his shepherd. The strange man came to take leave of the king and queen whom he had befriended.

"Blessed be your flocks, Admetus," he said, smiling. "They shall prosper even though I leave them. And, because you can discern the gods that come to you in the guise of wayfarers, happiness shall never go far from your home, but ever return to be your guest. No man may live on earth forever, but this one gift have I obtained for you. When your last hour draws near, if any one shall be willing to meet it in your stead, he shall die, and you shall live on, more than the mortal length of days. Such kings deserve long life."

So ended the happy year when Apollo tended sheep.
 

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DIANA AND ACTAEON

DIANA AND ACTAEON


[SIZE=-1]Like the Sun-god, whom men dreaded as the divine archer and loved as [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]the divine singer, Diana, his sister, had two natures, as different as [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]day from night.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=-1]On earth she delighted in the wild life of the chase, keeping holiday [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]among the dryads, and hunting with all those nymphs that loved the [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]boyish pastime. She and her maidens shunned the fellowship of men and [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]would not hear of marriage, for they disdained all household arts; and [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]there are countless tales of their cruelty to suitors.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=-1]Syrinx and Atalanta were of their company, and Arethusa, who was [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]changed into a fountain and ever pursued by Alpheus the river-god, till [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]at last the two were united. There was Daphne, too, who disdained the [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]love of Apollo himself, and would never listen to a word of his suit, [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]but fled like Syrinx, and prayed like Syrinx for escape; but Daphne was [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]changed into a fair laurel-tree, held sacred by Apollo forever after.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=-1]All these maidens were as untamed and free of heart as the wild [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]creatures they loved to hunt, and whoever molested them did so at his [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]peril. None dared trespass in the home of Diana and her nymphs, not [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]even the riotous fauns and satyrs who were heedless enough to go [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]a-swimming in the river Styx, if they had cared to venture near such a [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]dismal place. But the maiden goddess laid a spell upon their unruly [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]wits, even as the moon controls the tides of the sea. Her precincts [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]were holy. There was one man, however, whose ill-timed curiosity [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]brought heavy punishment upon him. This was Actaeon, a grandson of the [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]great king Cadmus.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=-1]Wearied with hunting, one noon, he left his comrades and idled through [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]the forest, perhaps to spy upon those woodland deities of whom he had [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]heard. Chance brought him to the very grove where Diana and her nymphs [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]were wont to bathe. He followed the bright thread of the brook, never [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]turning aside, though mortal reverence should have warned him that the [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]place was for gods. The air was wondrous clear and sweet; a throng of [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]fair trees drooped their branches in the way, and from a sheltered [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]grotto beyond fell a mingled sound of laughter and running waters. But [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]Actaeon would not turn back. Roughly pushing aside the laurel branches [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]that hid the entrance of the cave, he looked in, startling Diana and [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]her maidens. In an instant a splash of water shut his eyes, and the [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]goddess, reading his churlish thought, said: "Go now, if thou wilt, and [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]boast of this intrusion."[/SIZE]

[SIZE=-1]He turned to go, but a stupid bewilderment had fallen upon him. He [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]looked back to speak, and could not. He put his hand to his head, and [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]felt antlers branching above his forehead. Down he fell on hands and [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]feet; these likewise changed. The poor offender! Crouching by the brook [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]that he had followed, he looked in, and saw nothing but the image of a [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]stag, bending to drink, as only that morning he had seen the creature [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]they had come out to kill. With an impulse of terror he fled away, [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]faster than he had ever run before, crashing through bush and bracken, [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]the noise of his own flight ever after him like an enemy.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=-1]Suddenly he heard the blast of a horn close by, then the baying of [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]hounds. His comrades, who had rested and were ready for the chase, made [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]after him. This time he was their prey. He tried to call and could not. [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]His antlers caught in the branches, his breath came with pain, and the [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]dogs were upon him,--his own dogs![/SIZE]

[SIZE=-1]With all the eagerness that he had often praised in them, they fell [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]upon him, knowing not their own master. And so he perished, hunter and [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]hunted.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=-1]Only the goddess of the chase could have devised so terrible a revenge.[/SIZE]
 

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DIANA AND ENDYMION

DIANA AND ENDYMION

[SIZE=-1]But with the daylight, all of Diana's joy in the wild life of the woods [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]seemed to fade. By night, as goddess of the moon, she watched over the [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]sleep of the earth,--measured the tides of the ocean, and went across [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]the wide path of heaven, slow and fair to see. And although she bore [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]her emblem of the bow, like a silver crescent, she was never terrible, [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]but beneficent and lovely.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=-1]Indeed, there was once a young shepherd, Endymion, who used to lead his [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]flocks high up the slopes of Mount Latmos to the purer air; and there, [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]while the sheep browsed, he spent his days and nights dreaming on the [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]solitary uplands. He was a beautiful youth and very lonely. Looking [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]down one night from the heavens near by and as lonely as he, Diana saw [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]him, and her heart was moved to tenderness for his weariness and [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]solitude. She cast a spell of sleep upon him, with eternal youth, white [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]and untroubled as moonlight. And there, night after night, she watched [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]his sheep for him, like any peasant maid who wanders slowly through the [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]pastures after the flocks, spinning white flax from her distaff as she [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]goes, alone and quite content.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=-1]Endymion dreamed such beautiful dreams as come only to happy poets. [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]Even when he woke, life held no care for him, but he seemed to walk in [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]a light that was for him alone. And all this time, just as the Sun-god [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]watched over the sheep of King Admetus, Diana kept the flocks of [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]Endymion, but it was for love's sake.[/SIZE]
 

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THE APPLES OF IDUN

THE APPLES OF IDUN

[SIZE=-1]Once upon a time Odin, Loki, and Hœner started on a journey. They had often travelled together before on all sorts of errands, for they had a great many things to look after, and more than once they had fallen into trouble through the prying, meddlesome, malicious spirit of Loki, who was never so happy as when he was doing wrong. When the gods went on a journey they travelled fast and hard, for they were strong, active spirits who loved nothing so much as hard work, hard blows, storm, peril, and struggle. There were no roads through the country over which they made their way, only high mountains to be climbed by rocky paths, deep valleys into which the sun hardly looked during half the year, and swift-rushing streams, cold as ice, and treacherous to the surest foot and the strongest arm. Not a bird flew through the air, not an animal sprang through the trees. It was as still as a desert. The gods walked on and on, getting more tired and hungry at every step. The sun was sinking low over the steep, pine-crested mountains, and the travellers had neither breakfasted nor dined. Even Odin was beginning to feel the pangs of hunger, like the most ordinary mortal, when suddenly, entering a little valley, the famished gods came upon a herd of cattle. It was the work of a minute to kill a great ox and to have the carcass swinging in a huge pot over a roaring fire.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]But never were gods so unlucky before! In spite of their hunger, the pot would not boil. They piled on the wood until the great flames crackled and licked the pot with their fiery tongues, but every time the cover was lifted there was the meat just as raw as when it was put in. It is easy to imagine that the travellers were not in very good humour. As they were talking about it, and wondering how it could be, a voice called out from the branches of the oak overhead, "If you will give me my fill, I'll make the pot boil."[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]The gods looked first at each other and then into the tree, and there they discovered a great eagle. They were glad enough to get their supper on almost any terms, so they told the eagle he might have what he wanted if he would only get the meat cooked. The bird was as good as his word, and in less time than it takes to tell it supper was ready. Then the eagle flew down and picked out both shoulders and both legs. This was a pretty large share, it must be confessed, and Loki, who was always angry when anybody got more than he, no sooner saw what the eagle had taken, than he seized a great pole and began to beat the rapacious bird unmercifully. Whereupon a very singular thing happened, as singular things always used to happen when the gods were concerned: the pole stuck fast in the huge talons of the eagle at one end, and Loki stuck fast at the other end. Struggle as he might, he could not get loose, and as the great bird sailed away over the tops of the trees, Loki went pounding along on the ground, striking against rocks and branches until he was bruised half to death.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]The eagle was not an ordinary bird by any means, as Loki soon found when he begged for mercy. The giant Thjasse happened to be flying abroad in his eagle plumage when the hungry travellers came under the oak and tried to cook the ox. It was into his hands that Loki had fallen, and he was not to get away until he had promised to pay roundly for his freedom.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]If there was one thing which the gods prized above their other treasures in Asgard, it was the beautiful fruit of Idun, kept by the goddess in a golden casket and given to the gods to keep them forever young and fair. Without these Apples all their power could not have kept them from getting old like the meanest of mortals. Without these Apples of Idun, Asgard itself would have lost its charm; for what would heaven be without youth and beauty forever shining through it?[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Thjasse told Loki that he could not go unless he would promise to bring him the Apples of Idun. Loki was wicked enough for anything; but when it came to robbing the gods of their immortality, even he hesitated. And while he hesitated the eagle dashed hither and thither, flinging him against the sides of the mountains and dragging him through the great tough boughs of the oaks until his courage gave out entirely, and he promised to steal the Apples out of Asgard and give them to the giant.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Loki was bruised and sore enough when he got on his feet again to hate the giant who handled him so roughly, with all his heart, but he was not unwilling to keep his promise to steal the Apples, if only for the sake of tormenting the other gods. But how was it to be done? Idun guarded the golden fruit of immortality with sleepless watchfulness. No one ever touched it but herself, and a beautiful sight it was to see her fair hands spread it forth for the morning feasts in Asgard. The power which Loki possessed lay not so much in his own strength, although he had a smooth way of deceiving people, as in the goodness of others who had no thought of his doing wrong because they never did wrong themselves.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Not long after all this happened, Loki came carelessly up to Idun as she was gathering her Apples to put them away in the beautiful carven box which held them.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"Good-morning, goddess," said he. "How fair and golden your Apples are!"[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"Yes," answered Idun; "the bloom of youth keeps them always beautiful."[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"I never saw anything like them," continued Loki slowly, as if he were talking about a matter of no importance, "until the other day."[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Idun looked up at once with the greatest interest and curiosity in her face. She was very proud of her Apples, and she knew no earthly trees, however large and fair, bore the immortal fruit.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"Where have you seen any Apples like them?" she asked.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"Oh, just outside the gates," said Loki indifferently. "If you care to see them I'll take you there. It will keep you but a moment. The tree is only a little way off."[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Idun was anxious to go at once.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"Better take your Apples with you, to compare them with the others," said the wily god, as she prepared to go.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Idun gathered up the golden Apples and went out of Asgard, carrying with her all that made it heaven. No sooner was she beyond the gates than a mighty rushing sound was heard, like the coming of a tempest, and before she could think or act, the giant Thjasse, in his eagle plumage, was bearing her swiftly away through the air to his desolate, icy home in Thrymheim, where, after vainly trying to persuade her to let him eat the Apples and be forever young like the gods, he kept her a lonely prisoner.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Loki, after keeping his promise and delivering Idun into the hands of the giant, strayed back into Asgard as if nothing had happened. The next morning, when the gods assembled for their feast, there was no Idun. Day after day went past, and still the beautiful goddess did not come. Little by little the light of youth and beauty faded from the home of the gods, and they themselves became old and haggard. Their strong, young faces were lined with care and furrowed by age, their raven locks passed from gray to white, and their flashing eyes became dim and hollow. Brage, the god of poetry, could make no music while his beautiful wife was gone he knew not whither.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Morning after morning the faded light broke on paler and ever paler faces, until even in heaven the eternal light of youth seemed to be going out forever.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Finally the gods could bear the loss of power and joy no longer. They made rigorous inquiry. They tracked Loki on that fair morning when he led Idun beyond the gates; they seized him and brought him into solemn council, and when he read in their haggard faces the deadly hate which flamed in all their hearts against his treachery, his courage failed, and he promised to bring Idun back to Asgard if the goddess Freyja would lend him her falcon guise. No sooner said than done; and with eager gaze the gods watched him as he flew away, becoming at last only a dark moving speck against the sky.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]After long and weary flight Loki came to Thrymheim, and was glad enough to find Thjasse gone to sea and Idun alone in his dreary house. He changed her instantly into a nut, and taking her thus disguised in his talons, flew away as fast as his falcon wings could carry him. And he had need of all his speed, for Thjasse, coming suddenly home and finding Idun and her precious fruit gone, guessed what had happened, and, putting on his eagle plumage, flew forth in a mighty rage, with vengeance in his heart. Like the rushing wings of a tempest, his mighty pinions beat the air and bore him swiftly onward. From mountain peak to mountain peak he measured his wide course, almost grazing at times the murmuring pine forests, and then sweeping high in mid-air with nothing above but the arching sky, and nothing beneath but the tossing sea.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]At last he sees the falcon far ahead, and now his flight becomes like the flash of the lightning for swiftness, and like the rushing of clouds for uproar. The haggard faces of the gods line the walls of Asgard and watch the race with tremulous eagerness. Youth and immortality are staked upon the winning of Loki. He is weary enough and frightened enough, too, as the eagle sweeps on close behind him; but he makes desperate efforts to widen the distance between them. Little by little the eagle gains on the falcon. The gods grow white with fear; they rush off and prepare great fires upon the walls. With fainting, drooping wing the falcon passes over and drops exhausted by the wall. In an instant the fires have been lighted, and the great flames roar to heaven. The eagle sweeps across the fiery line a second later, and falls, maimed and burned, to the ground, where a dozen fierce hands smite the life out of him, and the great giant Thjasse perishes among his foes.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Idun resumes her natural form as Brage rushes to meet her. The gods crowd round her. She spreads the feast, the golden Apples gleaming with unspeakable lustre in the eyes of the gods. They eat; and once more their faces glow with the beauty of immortal youth, their eyes flash with the radiance of divine power, and, while Idun stands like a star for beauty among the throng, the song of Brage is heard once more; for poetry and immortality are wedded again.[/SIZE]
 

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CUPID AND PSYCHE

CUPID AND PSYCHE

[SIZE=-1]Once upon a time, through that Destiny that overrules the gods, Love [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]himself gave up his immortal heart to a mortal maiden. And thus it came [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]to pass.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]There was a certain king who had three beautiful daughters. The two [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]elder married princes of great renown; but Psyche, the youngest, was so [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]radiantly fair that no suitor seemed worthy of her. People thronged to [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]see her pass through the city, and sang hymns in her praise, while [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]strangers took her for the very goddess of beauty herself.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]This angered Venus, and she resolved to cast down her earthly rival. [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]One day, therefore, she called hither her son Love (Cupid, some name [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]him), and bade him sharpen his weapons. He is an archer more to be [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]dreaded than Apollo, for Apollo's arrows take life, but Love's bring [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]joy or sorrow for a whole life long.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"Come, Love," said Venus. "There is a mortal maid who robs me of my [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]honors in yonder city. Avenge your mother. Wound this precious Psyche, [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]and let her fall in love with some churlish creature mean in the eyes [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]of all men."[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Cupid made ready his weapons, and flew down to earth invisibly. At that [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]moment Psyche was asleep in her chamber; but he touched her heart with [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]his golden arrow of love, and she opened her eyes so suddenly that he [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]started (forgetting that he was invisible), and wounded himself with [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]his own shaft.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Heedless of the hurt, moved only by the loveliness of the maiden, he [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]hastened to pour over her locks the healing joy that he ever kept by [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]him, undoing all his work. Back to her dream the princess went, [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]unshadowed by any thought of love. But Cupid, not so light of heart, [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]returned to the heavens, saying not a word of what had passed.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Venus waited long; then, seeing that Psyche's heart had somehow escaped [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]love, she sent a spell upon the maiden. From that time, lovely as she [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]was, not a suitor came to woo; and her parents, who desired to see her [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]a queen at least, made a journey to the Oracle, and asked counsel.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Said the voice: "The princess Psyche shall never wed a mortal. She [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]shall be given to one who waits for her on yonder mountain; he [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]overcomes gods and men."[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]At this terrible sentence the poor parents were half distraught, and [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]the people gave themselves up to grief at the fate in store for their [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]beloved princess. Psyche alone bowed to her destiny. "We have angered [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]Venus unwittingly," she said, "and all for sake of me, heedless maiden [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]that I am! Give me up, therefore, dear father and mother. If I atone, [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]it may be that the city will prosper once more."[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]So she besought them, until, after many unavailing denials, the parents [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]consented; and with a great company of people they led Psyche up the [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]mountain,--as an offering to the monster of whom the Oracle had [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]spoken,--and left her there alone.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Full of courage, yet in a secret agony of grief, she watched her [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]kindred and her people wind down the mountain-path, too sad to look [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]back, until they were lost to sight. Then, indeed, she wept, but a [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]sudden breeze drew near, dried her tears, and caressed her hair, [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]seeming to murmur comfort. In truth, it was Zephyr, the kindly West [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]Wind, come to befriend her; and as she took heart, feeling some [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]benignant presence, he lifted her in his arms, and carried her on wings [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]as even as a sea-gull's, over the crest of the fateful mountain and [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]into a valley below. There he left her, resting on a bank of hospitable [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]grass, and there the princess fell asleep.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]When she awoke, it was near sunset. She looked about her for some sign [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]of the monster's approach; she wondered, then, if her grievous trial [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]had been but a dream. Near by she saw a sheltering forest, whose young [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]trees seemed to beckon as one maid beckons to another; and eager for [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]the protection of the dryads, she went thither.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]The call of running waters drew her farther and farther, till she came [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]out upon an open place, where there was a wide pool. A fountain [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]fluttered gladly in the midst of it, and beyond there stretched a white [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]palace wonderful to see. Coaxed by the bright promise of the place, she [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]drew near, and, seeing no one, entered softly. It was all kinglier than [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]her father's home, and as she stood in wonder and awe, soft airs [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]stirred about her. Little by little the silence grew murmurous like the [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]woods, and one voice, sweeter than the rest, took words. "All that you [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]see is yours, gentle high princess," it said. "Fear nothing; only [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]command us, for we are here to serve you."[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Full of amazement and delight, Psyche followed the voice from hall to [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]hall, and through the lordly rooms, beautiful with everything that [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]could delight a young princess. No pleasant thing was lacking. There [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]was even a pool, brightly tiled and fed with running waters, where she [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]bathed her weary limbs; and after she had put on the new and beautiful [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]raiment that lay ready for her, she sat down to break her fast, waited [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]upon and sung to by the unseen spirits.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Surely he whom the Oracle had called her husband was no monster, but [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]some beneficent power, invisible like all the rest. When daylight waned [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]he came, and his voice, the beautiful voice of a god, inspired her to [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]trust her strange destiny and to look and long for his return. Often [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]she begged him to stay with her through the day, that she might see his [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]face; but this he would not grant.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"Never doubt me, dearest Psyche," said he. "Perhaps you would fear if [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]you saw me, and love is all I ask. There is a necessity that keeps me [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]hidden now. Only believe."[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]So for many days Psyche was content; but when she grew used to [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]happiness, she thought once more of her parents mourning her as lost, [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]and of her sisters who shared the lot of mortals while she lived as a [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]goddess. One night she told her husband of these regrets, and begged [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]that her sisters at least might come to see her. He sighed, but did not [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]refuse.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"Zephyr shall bring them hither," said he. And on the following [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]morning, swift as a bird, the West Wind came over the crest of the high [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]mountain and down into the enchanted valley, bearing her two sisters.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]They greeted Psyche with joy and amazement, hardly knowing how they had [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]come hither. But when this fairest of the sisters led them through her [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]palace and showed them all the treasures that were hers, envy grew in [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]their hearts and choked their old love. Even while they sat at feast [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]with her, they grew more and more bitter; and hoping to find some [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]little flaw in her good fortune, they asked a thousand questions.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"Where is your husband?" said they. "And why is he not here with you?"[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"Ah," stammered Psyche. "All the day long--he is gone, hunting upon [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]the mountains."[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"But what does he look like?" they asked; and Psyche could find no [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]answer.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]When they learned that she had never seen him, they laughed her faith [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]to scorn.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"Poor Psyche," they said. "You are walking in a dream. Wake, before it [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]is too late. Have you forgotten what the Oracle decreed,--that you were [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]destined for a dreadful creature, the fear of gods and men? And are you [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]deceived by this show of kindliness? We have come to warn you. The [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]people told us, as we came over the mountain, that your husband is a [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]dragon, who feeds you well for the present, that he may feast the [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]better, some day soon. What is it that you trust? Good words! But only [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]take a dagger some night, and when the monster is asleep go, light a [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]lamp, and look at him. You can put him to death easily, and all his [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]riches will be yours--and ours."[/SIZE]

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CUPID AND PSYCHE

CUPID AND PSYCHE

[SIZE=-1]Psyche heard this wicked plan with horror. Nevertheless, after her [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]sisters were gone, she brooded over what they had said, not seeing [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]their evil intent; and she came to find some wisdom in their words. [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]Little by little, suspicion ate, like a moth, into her lovely mind; and [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]at nightfall, in shame and fear, she hid a lamp and a dagger in her [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]chamber. Towards midnight, when her husband was fast asleep, up she [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]rose, hardly daring to breathe; and coming softly to his side, she [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]uncovered the lamp to see some horror.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=-1]But there the youngest of the gods lay sleeping,--most beautiful, most [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]irresistible of all immortals. His hair shone golden as the sun, his [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]face was radiant as dear Springtime, and from his shoulders sprang two [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]rainbow wings.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=-1]Poor Psyche was overcome with self-reproach. As she leaned towards him, [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]filled with worship, her trembling hands held the lamp ill, and some [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]burning oil fell upon Love's shoulder and awakened him.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=-1]He opened his eyes, to see at once his bride and the dark suspicion in [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]her heart.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=-1]"O doubting Psyche!" he exclaimed with sudden grief,--and then he flew [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]away, out of the window.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=-1]Wild with sorrow, Psyche tried to follow, but she fell to the ground [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]instead. When she recovered her senses, she stared about her. She was [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]alone, and the place was beautiful no longer. Garden and palace had [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]vanished with Love.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=-1]Over mountains and valleys Psyche journeyed alone until she came to the [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]city where her two envious sisters lived with the princes whom they had [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]married. She stayed with them only long enough to tell the story of her [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]unbelief and its penalty. Then she set out again to search for Love.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=-1]As she wandered one day, travel-worn but not hopeless, she saw a lofty [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]palace on a hill near by, and she turned her steps thither. The place [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]seemed deserted. Within the hall she saw no human being,--only heaps of [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]grain, loose ears of corn half torn from the husk, wheat and barley, [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]alike scattered in confusion on the floor. Without delay, she set to [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]work binding the sheaves together and gathering the scattered ears of [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]corn in seemly wise, as a princess would wish to see them. While she [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]was in the midst of her task, a voice startled her, and she looked up [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]to behold Demeter herself, the goddess of the harvest, smiling upon her [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]with good will.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=-1]"Dear Psyche," said Demeter, "you are worthy of happiness, and you may [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]find it yet. But since you have displeased Venus, go to her and ask her [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]favor. Perhaps your patience will win her pardon."[/SIZE]

[SIZE=-1]These motherly words gave Psyche heart, and she reverently took leave [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]of the goddess and set out for the temple of Venus. Most humbly she [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]offered up her prayer, but Venus could not look at her earthly beauty [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]without anger.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=-1]"Vain girl," said she, "perhaps you have come to make amends for the [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]wound you dealt your husband; you shall do so. Such clever people can [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]always find work!"[/SIZE]

[SIZE=-1]Then she led Psyche into a great chamber heaped high with mingled [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]grain, beans, and lintels (the food of her doves), and bade her [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]separate them all and have them ready in seemly fashion by night. [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]Heracles would have been helpless before such a vexatious task; and [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]poor Psyche, left alone in this desert of grain, had not courage to [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]begin. But even as she sat there, a moving thread of black crawled [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]across the floor from a crevice in the wall; and bending nearer, she [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]saw that a great army of ants in columns had come to her aid. The [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]zealous little creatures worked in swarms, with such industry over the [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]work they like best, that, when Venus came at night, she found the task [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]completed.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=-1]"Deceitful girl," she cried, shaking the roses out of her hair with [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]impatience, "this is my son's work, not yours. But he will soon forget [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]you. Eat this black bread if you are hungry, and refresh your dull mind [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]with sleep. To-morrow you will need more wit."[/SIZE]

[SIZE=-1]Psyche wondered what new misfortune could be in store for her. But when [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]morning came, Venus led her to the brink of a river, and, pointing to [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]the wood across the water, said, "Go now to yonder grove where the [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]sheep with the golden fleece are wont to browse. Bring me a golden lock [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]from every one of them, or you must go your ways and never come back [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]again."[/SIZE]

[SIZE=-1]This seemed not difficult, and Psyche obediently bade the goddess [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]farewell, and stepped into the water, ready to wade across. But as [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]Venus disappeared, the reeds sang louder and the nymphs of the river, [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]looking up sweetly, blew bubbles to the surface and murmured: "Nay, [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]nay, have a care, Psyche. This flock has not the gentle ways of sheep. [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]While the sun burns aloft, they are themselves as fierce as flame; but [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]when the shadows are long, they go to rest and sleep, under the trees; [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]and you may cross the river without fear and pick the golden fleece off [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]the briers in the pasture."[/SIZE]

[SIZE=-1]Thanking the water-creatures, Psyche sat down to rest near them, and [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]when the time came, she crossed in safety and followed their counsel. [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]By twilight she returned to Venus with her arms full of shining fleece.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=-1]"No mortal wit did this," said Venus angrily. "But if you care to prove [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]your readiness, go now, with this little box, down to Proserpina and [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]ask her to enclose in it some of her beauty, for I have grown pale in [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]caring for my wounded son."[/SIZE]

[SIZE=-1]It needed not the last taunt to sadden Psyche. She knew that it was not [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]for mortals to go into Hades and return alive; and feeling that Love [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]had forsaken her, she was minded to accept her doom as soon as might [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]be.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=-1]But even as she hastened towards the descent, another friendly voice [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]detained her. "Stay, Psyche, I know your grief. Only give ear and you [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]shall learn a safe way through all these trials." And the voice went on [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]to tell her how one might avoid all the dangers of Hades and come out [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]unscathed. (But such a secret could not pass from mouth to mouth, with [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]the rest of the story.)[/SIZE]

[SIZE=-1]"And be sure," added the voice, "when Proserpina has returned the box, [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]not to open it, however much you may long to do so."[/SIZE]

[SIZE=-1]Psyche gave heed, and by this device, whatever it was, she found her [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]way into Hades safely, and made her errand known to Proserpina, and was [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]soon in the upper world again, wearied but hopeful.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=-1]"Surely Love has not forgotten me," she said. "But humbled as I am and [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]worn with toil, how shall I ever please him? Venus can never need all [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]the beauty in this casket; and since I use it for Love's sake, it must [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]be right to take some." So saying, she opened the box, heedless as [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]Pandora! The spells and potions of Hades are not for mortal maids, and [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]no sooner had she inhaled the strange aroma than she fell down like one [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]dead, quite overcome.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=-1]But it happened that Love himself was recovered from his wound, and he [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]had secretly fled from his chamber to seek out and rescue Psyche. He [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]found her lying by the wayside; he gathered into the casket what [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]remained of the philter, and awoke his beloved.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=-1]"Take comfort," he said, smiling. "Return to our mother and do her [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]bidding till I come again."[/SIZE]

[SIZE=-1]Away he flew; and while Psyche went cheerily homeward, he hastened up [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]to Olympus, where all the gods sat feasting, and begged them to [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]intercede for him with his angry mother.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=-1]They heard his story and their hearts were touched. Zeus himself coaxed [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]Venus with kind words till at last she relented, and remembered that [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]anger hurt her beauty, and smiled once more. All the younger gods were [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]for welcoming Psyche at once, and Hermes was sent to bring her hither. [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]The maiden came, a shy newcomer among those bright creatures. She took [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]the cup that Hebe held out to her, drank the divine ambrosia, and [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]became immortal.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=-1]Light came to her face like moonrise, two radiant wings sprang from her [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]shoulders; and even as a butterfly bursts from its dull cocoon, so the [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]human Psyche blossomed into immortality.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=-1]Love took her by the hand, and they were never parted any more.[/SIZE]
 

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CHARON MAKES A DISCOVERY

CHARON MAKES A DISCOVERY

[SIZE=-1]Charon, the Ferryman of renown, was cruising slowly along the Styx one [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]pleasant Friday morning not long ago, and as he paddled idly on he [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]chuckled mildly to himself as he thought of the monopoly in ferriage [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]which in the course of years he had managed to build up.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=-1]"It's a great thing," he said, with a smirk of satisfaction--"it's a [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]great thing to be the go-between between two states of being; to have the [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]exclusive franchise to export and import shades from one state to the [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]other, and withal to have had as clean a record as mine has been. [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]Valuable as is my franchise, I never corrupted a public official in my [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]life, and--"[/SIZE]

[SIZE=-1]Here Charon stopped his soliloquy and his boat simultaneously. As he [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]rounded one of the many turns in the river a singular object met his [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]gaze, and one, too, that filled him with misgiving. It was another [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]craft, and that was a thing not to be tolerated. Had he, Charon, owned [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]the exclusive right of way on the Styx all these years to have it [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]disputed here in the closing decade of the Nineteenth Century? Had not [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]he dealt satisfactorily with all, whether it was in the line of ferriage [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]or in the providing of boats for pleasure-trips up the river? Had he not [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]received expressions of satisfaction, indeed, from the most exclusive [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]families of Hades with the very select series of picnics he had given at [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]Charon's Glen Island? No wonder, then, that the queer-looking boat that [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]met his gaze, moored in a shady nook on the dark side of the river, [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]filled him with dismay.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=-1]"Blow me for a landlubber if I like that!" he said, in a hardly audible [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]whisper. "And shiver my timbers if I don't find out what she's there [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]for. If anybody thinks he can run an opposition line to mine on this [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]river he's mightily mistaken. If it comes to competition, I can carry [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]shades for nothing and still quaff the B. & G. yellow-label benzine three [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]times a day without experiencing a financial panic. I'll show 'em a [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]thing or two if they attempt to rival me. And what a boat! It looks for [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]all the world like a Florentine barn on a canal-boat."[/SIZE]

[SIZE=-1]Charon paddled up to the side of the craft, and, standing up in the [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]middle of his boat, cried out,[/SIZE]

[SIZE=-1]"Ship ahoy!"[/SIZE]

[SIZE=-1]There was no answer, and the Ferryman hailed her again. Receiving no [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]response to his second call, he resolved to investigate for himself; so, [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]fastening his own boat to the stern-post of the stranger, he clambered on [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]board. If he was astonished as he sat in his ferry-boat, he was [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]paralyzed when he cast his eye over the unwelcome vessel he had boarded. [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]He stood for at least two minutes rooted to the spot. His eye swept over [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]a long, broad deck, the polish of which resembled that of a ball-room [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]floor. Amidships, running from three-quarters aft to three-quarters [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]forward, stood a structure that in its lines resembled, as Charon had [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]intimated, a barn, designed by an architect enamoured of Florentine [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]simplicity; but in its construction the richest of woods had been used, [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]and in its interior arrangement and adornment nothing more palatial could [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]be conceived.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=-1]"What's the blooming thing for?" said Charon, more dismayed than ever. [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]"If they start another line with a craft like this, I'm very much afraid [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]I'm done for after all. I wouldn't take a boat like mine myself if there [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]was a floating palace like this going the same way. I'll have to see the [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]Commissioners about this, and find out what it all means. I suppose [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]it'll cost me a pretty penny, too, confound them!"[/SIZE]

[SIZE=-1]A prey to these unhappy reflections, Charon investigated further, and the [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]more he saw the less he liked it. He was about to encounter opposition, [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]and an opposition which was apparently backed by persons of great [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]wealth--perhaps the Commissioners themselves. It was a consoling thought [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]that he had saved enough money in the course of his career to enable him [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]to live in comfort all his days, but this was not really what Charon was [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]after. He wished to acquire enough to retire and become one of the smart [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]set. It had been done in that section of the universe which lay on the [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]bright side of the Styx, why not, therefore, on the other, he asked.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=-1]"I'm pretty well connected even if I am a boatman," he had been known to [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]say. "With Chaos for a grandfather, and Erebus and Nox for parents, I've [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]just as good blood in my veins as anybody in Hades. The Noxes are a [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]mighty fine family, not as bright as the Days, but older; and we're [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]poor--that's it, poor--and it's money makes caste these days. If I had [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]millions, and owned a railroad, they'd call me a yacht-owner. As I [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]haven't, I'm only a boatman. Bah! Wait and see! I'll be giving swell [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]functions myself some day, and these upstarts will be on their knees [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]before me begging to be asked. Then I'll get up a little aristocracy of [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]my own, and I won't let a soul into it whose name isn't mentioned in the [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]Grecian mythologies. Mention in Burke's peerage and the Elite [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]directories of America won't admit anybody to Commodore Charon's house [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]unless there's some other mighty good reason for it."[/SIZE]

[SIZE=-1]Foreseeing an unhappy ending to all his hopes, the old man clambered [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]sadly back into his ancient vessel and paddled off into the darkness. [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]Some hours later, returning with a large company of new arrivals, while [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]counting up the profits of the day Charon again caught sight of the new [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]craft, and saw that it was brilliantly lighted and thronged with the most [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]famous citizens of the Erebean country. Up in the bow was a spirit band [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]discoursing music of the sweetest sort. Merry peals of laughter rang out [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]over the dark waters of the Styx. The clink of glasses and the popping [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]of corks punctuated the music with a frequency which would have delighted [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]the soul of the most ardent lover of commas, all of which so overpowered [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]the grand master boatman of the Stygian Ferry Company that he dropped [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]three oboli and an American dime, which he carried as a pocket-piece, [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]overboard. This, of course, added to his woe; but it was forgotten in an [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]instant, for some one on the new boat had turned a search-light directly [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]upon Charon himself, and simultaneously hailed the master of the ferry-[/SIZE][SIZE=-1]boat.[/SIZE]

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CHARON MAKES A DISCOVERY

CHARON MAKES A DISCOVERY

[SIZE=-1]"Charon!" cried the shade in charge of the light. "Charon, ahoy!"[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"Ahoy yourself!" returned the old man, paddling his craft close up to the [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]stranger. "What do you want?"[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"You," said the shade. "The house committee want to see you right away."[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"What for?" asked Charon, cautiously.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"I'm sure I don't know. I'm only a member of the club, and house [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]committees never let mere members know anything about their plans. All I [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]know is that you are wanted," said the other.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"Who are the house committee?" queried the Ferryman.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"Sir Walter Raleigh, Cassius, Demosthenes, Blackstone, Doctor Johnson, [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]and Confucius," replied the shade.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"Tell 'em I'll be back in an hour," said Charon, pushing off. "I've got [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]a cargo of shades on board consigned to various places up the river. I've [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]promised to get 'em all through to-night, but I'll put on a couple of [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]extra paddles--two of the new arrivals are working their passage this [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]trip--and it won't take as long as usual. What boat is this, anyhow?"[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"The Nancy Nox, of Erebus."[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"Thunder!" cried Charon, as he pushed off and proceeded on his way up the [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]river. "Named after my mother! Perhaps it'll come out all right yet."[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]More hopeful of mood, Charon, aided by the two dead-head passengers, soon [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]got through with his evening's work, and in less than an hour was back [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]seeking admittance, as requested, to the company of Sir Walter Raleigh [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]and his fellow-members on the house committee. He was received by these [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]worthies with considerable effusiveness, considering his position in [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]society, and it warmed the cockles of his aged heart to note that Sir [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]Walter, who had always been rather distant to him since he had carelessly [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]upset that worthy and Queen Elizabeth in the middle of the Styx far back [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]in the last century, permitted him to shake three fingers of his left [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]hand when he entered the committee-room.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"How do you do, Charon?" said Sir Walter, affably. "We are very glad to [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]see you."[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"Thank you, kindly, Sir Walter," said the boatman. "I'm glad to hear [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]those words, your honor, for I've been feeling very bad since I had the [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]misfortune to drop your Excellency and her Majesty overboard. I never [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]knew how it happened, sir, but happen it did, and but for her Majesty's [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]kind assistance it might have been the worse for us. Eh, Sir Walter?"[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]The knight shook his head menacingly at Charon. Hitherto he had managed [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]to keep it a secret that the Queen had rescued him from drowning upon [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]that occasion by swimming ashore herself first and throwing Sir Walter [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]her ruff as soon as she landed, which he had used as a life-preserver.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"'Sh!" he said, sotto voce. "Don't say anything about that, my man."[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"Very well, Sir Walter, I won't," said the boatman; but he made a mental [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]note of the knight's agitation, and perceived a means by which that [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]illustrious courtier could be made useful to him in his scheming for [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]social advancement.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"I understood you had something to say to me," said Charon, after he had [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]greeted the others.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"We have," said Sir Walter. "We want you to assume command of this [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]boat."[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]The old fellow's eyes lighted up with pleasure.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"You want a captain, eh?" he said.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"No," said Confucius, tapping the table with a diamond-studded [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]chop-stick. "No. We want a--er--what the deuce is it they call the [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]functionary, Cassius?"[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"Senator, I think," said Cassius.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Demosthenes gave a loud laugh.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"Your mind is still running on Senatorships, my dear Cassius. That is [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]quite evident," he said. "This is not one of them, however. The title [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]we wish Charon to assume is neither Captain nor Senator; it is Janitor."[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"What's that?" asked Charon, a little disappointed. "What does a Janitor [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]have to do?"[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"He has to look after things in the house," explained Sir Walter. "He's [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]a sort of proprietor by proxy. We want you to take charge of the house, [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]and see to it that the boat is kept shipshape."[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"Where is the house?" queried the astonished boatman.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"This is it," said Sir Walter. "This is the house, and the boat too. In [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]fact, it is a house-boat."[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"Then it isn't a new-fangled scheme to drive me out of business?" said [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]Charon, warily.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"Not at all," returned Sir Walter. "It's a new-fangled scheme to set you [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]up in business. We'll pay you a large salary, and there won't be much to [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]do. You are the best man for the place, because, while you don't know [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]much about houses, you do know a great deal about boats, and the boat [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]part is the most important part of a house-boat. If the boat sinks, you [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]can't save the house; but if the house burns, you may be able to save the [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]boat. See?"[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"I think I do, sir," said Charon.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"Another reason why we want to employ you for Janitor," said Confucius, [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]"is that our club wants to be in direct communication with both sides of [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]the Styx; and we think you as Janitor would be able to make better [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]arrangements for transportation with yourself as boatman, than some other [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]man as Janitor could make with you."[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"Spoken like a sage," said Demosthenes.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"Furthermore," said Cassius, "occasionally we shall want to have this [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]boat towed up or down the river, according to the house committee's [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]pleasure, and we think it would be well to have a Janitor who has some [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]influence with the towing company which you represent."[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"Can't this boat be moved without towing?" asked Charon.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"No," said Cassius.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"And I'm the only man who can tow it, eh?"[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"You are," said Blackstone. "Worse luck."[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"And you want me to be Janitor on a salary of what?"[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"A hundred oboli a month," said Sir Walter, uneasily.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"Very well, gentlemen," said Charon. "I'll accept the office on a salary [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]of two hundred oboli a month, with Saturdays off."[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]The committee went into executive session for five minutes, and on their [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]return informed Charon that in behalf of the Associated Shades they [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]accepted his offer.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"In behalf of what?" the old man asked.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"The Associated Shades," said Sir Walter. "The swellest organization in [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]Hades, whose new house-boat you are now on board of. When shall you be [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]ready to begin work?"[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"Right away," said Charon, noting by the clock that it was the hour of [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]midnight. "I'll start in right away, and as it is now Saturday morning, [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]I'll begin by taking my day off."[/SIZE]
 

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BALDER AND THE MISTLETOE

BALDER AND THE MISTLETOE

[SIZE=-1]Loki had given up trying to revenge himself upon Thor. The Thunder Lord seemed proof against his tricks. And indeed nowadays Loki hated him no more than he did the other gods. He hated some because they always frowned at him; he hated others because they only laughed and jeered. Some he hated for their distrust and some for their fear. But he hated them all because they were happy and good and mighty, while he was wretched, bad, and of little might. Yet it was all his own fault that this was so. He might have been an equal with the best of them, if he had not chosen to set himself against everything that was good. He had made them all his enemies, and the more he did to injure them, the more he hated them,—which is always the way with evil-doers. Loki longed to see them all unhappy. He slunk about in Asgard with a glum face and wrinkled forehead. He dared not meet the eyes of any one, lest they should read his heart. For he was plotting evil, the greatest of evils, which should bring sorrow to all his enemies at once and turn Asgard into a land of mourning. The Æsir did not guess the whole truth, yet they felt the bitterness of the thoughts which Loki bore; and whenever in the dark he passed unseen, the gods shuddered as if a breath of evil had blown upon them, and even the flowers drooped before his steps.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=-1]Now at this time Balder the beautiful had a strange dream. He dreamed that a cloud came before the sun, and all Asgard was dark. He waited for the cloud to drift away, and for the sun to smile again. But no; the sun was gone forever, he thought; and Balder awoke feeling very sad. The next night Balder had another dream. This time he dreamed that it was still dark as before; the flowers were withered and the gods were growing old; even Idun's magic apples could not make them young again. And all were weeping and wringing their hands as though some dreadful thing had happened. Balder awoke feeling strangely frightened, yet he said no word to Nanna his wife, for he did not want to trouble her.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=-1]When it came night again Balder slept and dreamed a third dream, a still more terrible one than the other two had been. He thought that in the dark, lonely world there was nothing but a sad voice, which cried, "The sun is gone! The spring is gone! Joy is gone! For Balder the beautiful is dead, dead, dead!"[/SIZE]

[SIZE=-1]This time Balder awoke with a cry, and Nanna asked him what was the matter. So he had to tell her of his dream, and he was sadly frightened; for in those days dreams were often sent to folk as messages, and what the gods dreamed usually came true. Nanna ran sobbing to Queen Frigg, who was Balder's mother, and told her all the dreadful dream, asking what could be done to prevent it from coming true.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=-1]Now Balder was Queen Frigg's dearest son. Thor was older and stronger, and more famous for his great deeds; but Frigg loved far better gold-haired Balder. And indeed he was the best-beloved of all the Æsir; for he was gentle, fair, and wise, and wherever he went folk grew happy and light-hearted at the very sight of him, just as we do when we first catch a glimpse of spring peeping over the hilltop into Winterland. So when Frigg heard of Balder's woeful dream, she was frightened almost out of her wits.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=-1]"He must not die! He shall not die!" she cried. "He is so dear to all the world, how could there be anything which would hurt him?"[/SIZE]

[SIZE=-1]And then a wonderful thought came to Frigg. "I will travel over the world and make all things promise not to injure my boy," she said. "Nothing shall pass my notice. I will get the word of everything."[/SIZE]

[SIZE=-1]So first she went to the gods themselves, gathered on Ida Plain for their morning exercise; and telling them of Balder's dream, she begged them to give the promise. Oh, what a shout arose when they heard her words![/SIZE]

[SIZE=-1]"Hurt Balder!—our Balder! Not for the world, we promise! The dream is wrong,—there is nothing so cruel as to wish harm to Balder the beautiful!" they cried. But deep in their hearts they felt a secret fear which would linger until they should hear that all things had given their promise. What if harm were indeed to come to Balder! The thought was too dreadful.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=-1]Then Frigg went to see all the beasts who live in field or forest or rocky den. Willingly they gave their promise never to harm hair of gentle Balder. "For he is ever kind to us," they said, "and we love him as if he were one of ourselves. Not with claws or teeth or hoofs or horns will any beast hurt Balder."[/SIZE]

[SIZE=-1]Next Frigg spoke to the birds and fishes, reptiles and insects. And all—even the venomous serpents—cried that Balder was their friend, and that they would never do aught to hurt his dear body. "Not with beak or talon, bite or sting or poison fang, will one of us hurt Balder," they promised.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=-1]After doing this, the anxious mother traveled over the whole round world, step by step; and from all the things that are she got the same ready promise never to harm Balder the beautiful. All the trees and plants promised; all the stones and metals; earth, air, fire, and water; sun, snow, wind, and rain, and all diseases that men know,—each gave to Frigg the word of promise which she wanted. So at last, footsore and weary, she came back to Asgard with the joyful news that Balder must be safe, for that there was nothing in the world but had promised to be his harmless friend.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=-1]Then there was rejoicing in Asgard, as if the gods had won one of their great victories over the giants. The noble Æsir and the heroes who had died in battle upon the earth, and who had come to Valhalla to live happily ever after, gathered on Ida Plain to celebrate the love of all nature for Balder.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=-1]There they invented a famous game, which was to prove how safe he was from the bite of death. They stationed Balder in the midst of them, his face glowing like the sun with the bright light which ever shone from him. And as he stood there all unarmed and smiling, by turns they tried all sorts of weapons against him; they made as if to beat him with sticks, they stoned him with stones, they shot at him with arrows and hurled mighty spears straight at his heart.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=-1]It was a merry game, and a shout of laughter went up as each stone fell harmless at Balder's feet, each stick broke before it touched his shoulders, each arrow overshot his head, and each spear turned aside. For neither stone nor wood nor flinty arrow-point nor barb of iron would break the promise which each had given. Balder was safe with them, just as if he were bewitched. He remained unhurt among the missiles which whizzed about his head, and which piled up in a great heap around the charmed spot whereon he stood.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=-1]Now among the crowd that watched these games with such enthusiasm, there was one face that did not smile, one voice that did not rasp itself hoarse with cheering. Loki saw how every one and every thing loved Balder, and he was jealous. He was the only creature in all the world that hated Balder and wished for his death. Yet Balder had never done harm to him. But the wicked plan that Loki had been cherishing was almost ripe, and in this poison fruit was the seed of the greatest sorrow that Asgard had ever known.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=-1]While the others were enjoying their game of love, Loki stole away unperceived from Ida Plain, and with a wig of gray hair, a long gown, and a staff, disguised himself as an old woman. Then he hobbled down Asgard streets till he came to the palace of Queen Frigg, the mother of Balder.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=-1]"Good-day, my lady," quoth the old woman, in a cracked voice. "What is that noisy crowd doing yonder in the green meadow? I am so deafened by their shouts that I can hardly hear myself think."[/SIZE]

[SIZE=-1]"Who are you, good mother, that you have not heard?" said Queen Frigg in surprise. "They are shooting at my son Balder. They are proving the word which all things have given me,—the promise not to injure my dear son. And that promise will be kept."[/SIZE]

[SIZE=-1]The old crone pretended to be full of wonder. "So, now!" she cried. "Do you mean to say that every single thing in the whole world has promised not to hurt your son? I can scarce believe it; though, to be sure, he is as fine a fellow as I ever saw." Of course this flattery pleased Frigg.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=-1]"You say true, mother," she answered proudly, "he is a noble son. Yes, everything has promised,—that is, everything except one tiny little plant that is not worth mentioning."[/SIZE]

[SIZE=-1]The old woman's eyes twinkled wickedly. "And what is that foolish little plant, my dear?" she asked coaxingly.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=-1]"It is the mistletoe that grows in the meadow west of Valhalla. It was too young to promise, and too harmless to bother with," answered Frigg carelessly.[/SIZE]
 

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BALDER AND THE MISTLETOE

BALDER AND THE MISTLETOE

[SIZE=-1]After this her questioner hobbled painfully away. But as soon as she was out of sight from the Queen's palace, she picked up the skirts of her gown and ran as fast as she could to the meadow west of Valhalla. And there sure enough, as Frigg had said, was a tiny sprig of mistletoe growing on a gnarled oak-tree. The false Loki took out a knife which she carried in some hidden pocket and cut off the mistletoe very carefully. Then she trimmed and shaped it so that it was like a little green arrow, pointed at one end, but very slender.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"Ho, ho!" chuckled the old woman. "So you are the only thing in all the world that is too young to make a promise, my little mistletoe. Well, young as you are, you must go on an errand for me to-day. And maybe you shall bear a message of my love to Balder the beautiful."[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Then she hobbled back to Ida Plain, where the merry game was still going on around Balder. Loki quietly passed unnoticed through the crowd, and came close to the elbow of a big dark fellow who was standing lonely outside the circle of weapon-throwers. He seemed sad and forgotten, and he hung his head in a pitiful way. It was Höd, the blind brother of Balder.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]The old woman touched his arm. "Why do you not join the game with the others?" she asked, in her cracked voice, "Are you the only one to do your brother no honor? Surely, you are big and strong enough to toss a spear with the best of them yonder."[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Höd touched his sightless eyes madly. "I am blind," he said. "Strength I have, greater than belongs to most of the Æsir. But I cannot see to aim a weapon. Besides, I have no spear to test upon him. Yet how gladly would I do honor to dear Balder!" and he sighed deeply.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"It were a pity if I could not find you at least a little stick to throw," said Loki sympathetically. "I am only a poor old woman, and of course I have no weapon. But ah,—here is a green twig which you can use as an arrow, and I will guide your arm, poor fellow."[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Höd's dark face lighted up, for he was eager to take his turn in the game. So he thanked her, and grasped eagerly the little arrow which she put into his hand. Loki held him by the arm, and together they stepped into the circle which surrounded Balder. And when it was Höd's turn to throw his weapon, the old woman stood at his elbow and guided his big arm as it hurled the twig of mistletoe towards where Balder stood.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Oh, the sad thing that befell! Straight through the air flew the little arrow, straight as magic and Loki's arm could direct it. Straight to Balder's heart it sped, piercing through jerkin and shirt and all, to give its bitter message of "Loki's love," as he had said. With a cry Balder fell forward on the grass. And that was the end of sunshine and spring and joy in Asgard, for the dream had come true, and Balder the beautiful was dead.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]When the Æsir saw what had happened, there was a great shout of fear and horror, and they rushed upon Höd, who had thrown the fatal arrow.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"What is it? What have I done?" asked the poor blind brother, trembling at the tumult which had followed his shot.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"You have slain Balder!" cried the Æsir. "Wretched Höd, how could you do it?"[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"It was the old woman—the evil old woman, who stood at my elbow and gave me a little twig to throw," gasped Höd. "She must be a witch."[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Then the Æsir scattered over Ida Plain to look for the old woman who had done the evil deed; but she had mysteriously disappeared.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"It must be Loki," said wise Heimdal. It is Loki's last and vilest trick."[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"Oh, my Balder, my beautiful Balder!" wailed Queen Frigg, throwing herself on the body of her son. "If I had only made the mistletoe give me the promise, you would have been saved. It was I who told Loki of the mistletoe,—so it is I who have killed you. Oh, my son, my son!"[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]But Father Odin was speechless with grief. His sorrow was greater than that of all the others, for he best understood the dreadful misfortune which had befallen Asgard. Already a cloud had come before the sun, so that it would never be bright day again. Already the flowers had begun to fade and the birds had ceased to sing. And already the Æsir had begun to grow old and joyless,—all because the little mistletoe had been too young to give a promise to Queen Frigg.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"Balder the beautiful is dead!" the cry went echoing through all the world, and everything that was sorrowed at the sound of the Æsir's weeping.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Balder's brothers lifted up his beautiful body upon their great war shields and bore him on their shoulders down to the seashore. For, as was the custom in those days, they were going to send him to Hela, the Queen of Death, with all the things he best had loved in Asgard. And these were,— after Nanna his wife,—his beautiful horse, and his ship Hringhorni. So that they would place Balder's body upon the ship with his horse beside him, and set fire to this wonderful funeral pile. For by fire was the quickest passage to Hela's kingdom.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]But when they reached the shore, they found that all the strength of all the Æsir was unable to move Hringhorni, Balder's ship, into the water. For it was the largest ship in the world, and it was stranded far up the beach.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"Even the giants bore no ill-will to Balder," said Father Odin. "I heard the thunder of their grief but now shaking the hills. Let us for this once bury our hatred of that race and send to Jotunheim for help to move the ship."[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]So they sent a messenger to the giantess Hyrrockin, the hugest of all the Frost People. She was weeping for Balder when the message came.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"I will go, for Balder's sake," she said. Soon she came riding fast upon a giant wolf with a serpent for the bridle; and mighty she was, with the strength of forty Æsir. She dismounted from her wolf-steed, and tossed the wriggling reins to one of the men-heroes who had followed Balder and the Æsir from Valhalla. But he could not hold the beast, and it took four heroes to keep him quiet, which they could only do by throwing him upon the ground and sitting upon him in a row. And this mortified them greatly.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Then Hyrrockin the giantess strode up to the great ship and seized it by the prow. Easily she gave a little pull and presto! it leaped forward on its rollers with such force that sparks flew from the flint stones underneath and the whole earth trembled. The boat shot into the waves and out toward open sea so swiftly that the Æsir were likely to have lost it entirely, had not Hyrrockin waded out up to her waist and caught it by the stern just in time.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Thor was angry at her clumsiness, and raised his hammer to punish her. But the other Æsir held his arm.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"She cannot help being so strong," they whispered. "She meant to do well. She did not realize how hard she was pulling. This is no time for anger, brother Thor." So Thor spared her life, as indeed he ought, for her kindness.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Then Balder's body was borne out to the ship and laid upon a pile of beautiful silks, and furs, and cloth-of-gold, and woven sunbeams which the dwarfs had wrought. So that his funeral pyre was more grand than anything which had ever been seen. But when Nanna, Balder's gentle wife, saw them ready to kindle the flames under this gorgeous bed, she could bear her grief no longer. Her loving heart broke, and they laid her beside him, that they might comfort each other on their journey to Hela. Thor touched the pile gently with his hammer that makes the lightning, and the flames burst forth, lighting up the faces of Balder and Nanna with a glory. Then they cast upon the fire Balder's war-horse, to serve his master in the dark country to which he was about to go. The horse was decked with a harness all of gold, with jewels studding the bridle and headstall. Last of all Odin laid upon the pyre his gift to Balder, Draupnir, the precious ring of gold which the dwarf had made, from which every ninth night there dropped eight other rings as large and brightly golden.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"Take this with you, dear son, to Hela's palace," said Odin. "And do not forget the friends you leave behind in the now lonely halls of Asgard."[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Then Hyrrockin pushed the great boat out to sea, with its bonfire of precious things. And on the beach stood all the Æsir watching it out of sight, all the Æsir and many besides. For there came to Balder's funeral great crowds of little dwarfs and multitudes of huge frost giants, all mourning for Balder the beautiful. For this one time they were all friends together, forgetting their quarrels of so many centuries. All of them loved Balder, and were united to do him honor.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]The great ship moved slowly out to sea, sending up a red fire to color all the heavens. At last it slid below the horizon softly, as you have often seen the sun set upon the water, leaving a brightness behind to lighten the dark world for a little while.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]This indeed was the sunset for Asgard. The darkness of sorrow came in earnest after the passing of Balder the beautiful.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]But the punishment of Loki was a terrible thing. And that came soon and sore.[/SIZE]
 

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NIOBE

NIOBE

[SIZE=-1]There are so many tales of the vanity of kings and queens that the half [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]of them cannot be told.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]There was Cassiopaeia, queen of Aethiopia, who boasted that her beauty [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]outshone the beauty of all the sea-nymphs, so that in anger they sent a [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]horrible sea-serpent to ravage the coast. The king prayed of an Oracle [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]to know how the monster might be appeased, and learned that he must [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]offer up his own daughter, Andromeda. The maiden was therefore chained [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]to a rock by the sea-side, and left to her fate. But who should come to [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]rescue her but a certain young hero, Perseus, who was hastening [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]homeward after a perilous adventure with the snaky-haired Gorgons. [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]Filled with pity at the story of Andromeda, he waited for the dragon, [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]met and slew him, and set the maiden free. As for the boastful queen, [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]the gods forgave her, and at her death she was set among the stars. [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]That story ended well.[/SIZE][SIZE=-1]But there was once a queen of Thebes, Niobe, fortunate above all women, [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]and yet arrogant in the face of the gods. Very beautiful she was, and [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]nobly born, but above all things she boasted of her children, for she [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]had seven sons and seven daughters.[/SIZE][SIZE=-1]Now there came the day when the people were wont to celebrate the feast [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]of Latona, mother of Apollo and Diana; and Niobe, as she stood looking [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]upon the worshippers on their way to the temple, was filled with [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]overweening pride.[/SIZE][SIZE=-1]"Why do you worship Latona before me?" she cried out. "What does she [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]possess that I have not in greater abundance? She has but two children, [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]while I have seven sons and as many daughters. Nay, if she robbed me [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]out of envy, I should still be rich. Go back to your houses; you have [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]not eyes to know the rightful goddess."[/SIZE][SIZE=-1]Such impiety was enough to frighten any one, and her subjects returned [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]to their daily work, awestruck and silent.[/SIZE][SIZE=-1]But Apollo and Diana were filled with wrath at this insult to their [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]divine mother. Not only was she a great goddess and a power in the [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]heavens, but during her life on earth she had suffered many hardships [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]for their sake. The serpent Python had been sent to torment her; and, [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]driven from land to land, under an evil spell, beset with dangers, she [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]had found no resting-place but the island of Delos, held sacred ever [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]after to her and her children. Once she had even been refused water by [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]some churlish peasants, who could not believe in a goddess if she [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]appeared in humble guise and travel-worn. But these men were all [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]changed into frogs.[/SIZE][SIZE=-1]It needed no word from Latona herself to rouse her children to [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]vengeance. Swift as a thought, the two immortal archers, brother and [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]sister, stood in Thebes, upon the towers of the citadel. Near by, the [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]youth were pursuing their sports, while the feast of Latona went [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]neglected. The sons of Queen Niobe were there, and against them Apollo [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]bent his golden bow. An arrow crossed the air like a sunbeam, and [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]without a word the eldest prince fell from his horse. One by one his [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]brothers died by the same hand, so swiftly that they knew not what had [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]befallen them, till all the sons of the royal house lay slain. Only the [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]people of Thebes, stricken with terror, bore the news to Queen Niobe, [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]where she sat with her seven daughters. She would not believe in such a [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]sorrow.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"Savage Latona," she cried, lifting her arms against the heavens, [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]"never think that you have conquered. I am still the greater."[/SIZE][SIZE=-1]At that moment one of her daughters sank beside her. Diana had sped an [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]arrow from her bow that is like the crescent moon. Without a cry, nay, [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]even as they murmured words of comfort, the sisters died, one by one. [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]It was all as swift and soundless as snowfall.[/SIZE][SIZE=-1]Only the guilty mother was left, transfixed with grief. Tears flowed [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]from her eyes, but she spoke not a word, her heart never softened; and [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]at last she turned to stone, and the tears flowed down her cold face [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]forever.[/SIZE]
 

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Thanks very much, these are all very great. I haven't yet finished reading them all and I would definitely involve here as soon as I find enough time to go and search for a nice one.

But do you know any good website that collects stories and myths like these? I'm so into these stuff.

Good luck
 

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VENUS'S DOVE

VENUS'S DOVE

[SIZE=-1]In old heathen times, on the shore of the Adriatic lived a little girl [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]whose greatest pleasure was to wander by the side of the lonely [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]sea. She liked better to sit on a high rock with the spray just [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]tossing against her feet, than to play with her village companions, [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]who laughed at her for her wild ways, and asked her if she were the [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]child of Neptune, and if she dwelt in a shell palace under the water; [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]although they knew very well that old Menos, the fisherman, was her [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]father[/SIZE][SIZE=-1].[/SIZE]

[SIZE=-1]One day Ida roamed far along the beach, amusing herself making deep [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]footprints in the sand, which the rising tide quickly filled, when at [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]last she came upon a high wall of rock, too steep to climb, yet [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]looking as if a pleasant bay might be beyond. She scrambled along the [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]rock, slippery with seaweed, until she could peep round into a great [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]cave, before which was a little beach of smooth, white sand, with [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]dark, frowning rocks all around, except where the sea broke gently in [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]upon it. In the darkness of the cave an old woman leaned over a [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]book. Its brilliant cover attracted Ida, who, half in fear, stole [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]nearer and nearer, treading so softly in the sand that her foot-steps [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]could not be heard, and at last seated herself in the shadow by the [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]old woman, and listened to the wonderful stories which she read, in a [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]low, murmuring voice.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"High upon Olympus, on his golden throne, the blue sky shines above [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]him, and around stand the immortals;" and then, mingled with the sound [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]of the waves, came songs from Apollo's lyre, and descriptions of [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]Bacchus, drawn by his soft-footed leopards, of Venus and her snowy [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]doves, of fauns and nymphs, and wondrous people, of whom Ida had never [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]before heard. She listened until the sun set and night darkened upon [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]the waters, then slowly retraced her way home, thinking every cloud [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]that floated above her might be a messenger from Olympus, and that [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]every fleck of foam was perhaps the little white hand of a nereid, [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]sporting amid the waves.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]In vain came her cousin Larra, the next morning, to ask her to go in [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]quest of crabs and sea-urchins with the other children. Ida went off [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]alone on another quest. The old woman sat in the cave with the morning [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]sun glancing upon her silver hair, and upon a most beautiful picture, [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]to which she had just turned. Now, Ida was an affectionate child. She [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]loved her father, although she but seldom saw him, as he was out upon [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]the sea for weeks at a time; and she loved her aunt Lydian, and her [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]cousins, and all who were kind to her; yet she could not but see that [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]Apollo, with his golden lyre and flashing eyes, had something more [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]glorious in him than she had ever seen in her father, even on that day [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]when he came smiling home, bringing the largest fish he had ever [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]caught; and Minerva's helmet was certainly more splendid than the [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]piece of cloth aunt Lydian wore on her head; and cupids, with [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]fluttering wings, were much prettier than her little brown-armed [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]cousins without any. So she forgot all her old friends, and day and [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]night her dreams were full of lofty forms with golden hair and faces [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]like the noonday sun.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]And being an affectionate child, she liked to do something for those [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]she loved; and she began to fancy what she could do for these unknown [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]immortals of whom she dreamed. The old woman had retreated into the [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]depth of the cave, whither Ida did not venture to follow her; and she [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]would sit just within it, gazing through its dark arch upon the wide [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]waters, and wondering if the bright sunbeams which pierced through the [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]clouds, and slanted far down upon the distant sea, were not stairs by [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]which she might ascend to Olympus. Then she would think of the boat [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]her father made for her of the ivory tusks he once brought from a [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]far-off land; of the pile of shells she had herself collected, all [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]very valuable to her, but she doubted a little whether they would be [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]much valued upon Olympus, and she could not go thither without some [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]offering worthy of the immortals.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]One day she found upon the shore a shell curved like a beautiful [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]vase. "Ah, this is just the thing!" she exclaimed. "I will fill it [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]with honey; there is nothing so delicious as honey; even the immortals [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]must like that!" And away she went, deep into a wooded dell, where the [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]stores of the wild bee were hidden.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]How she found her way to Olympus is known only to herself. I believe [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]she first climbed some rocks, then a cloud, then sprang over a rainbow [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]bridge, and at last scaled a long sunbeam, which led her straight to [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]the marble steps of Jupiter's high throne.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]How joyfully she mounted! sometimes looking up to marvel at the height [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]of the steps, which seemed to ascend into the very sky, sometimes [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]looking down at her little shell of honey, thinking how brightly it [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]shone, like pure gold, and how pleased Jupiter would be with it. At [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]last she stood upon the summit of Olympus, and with timid step walked [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]through the circle of gazing immortals, until she came before the [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]throne of Jupiter. There she knelt to lift the shell vase and honey [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]nectar to his sceptered hand, but trembled so much that she spilt the [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]honey on his jewelled footstool. It seemed as if she beheld at once [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]every face in that grand assembly. Jupiter apparently did not notice [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]her; but Juno fixed her haughty gaze upon her, Apollo shot a glance of [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]scorn, Minerva frowned, Venus turned away her head, Bacchus looked [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]annoyed, Mercury smiled, and poor little Ida, covering her face with [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]her apron, fled through the Golden Hall, and down the marble steps.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]On the very lowest one she sat down with her feet in a cloud, and wept [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]most bitterly. Soon she heard a fluttering in the air, and Iris [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]glanced by and vanished in the cloud. Presently she returned, bringing [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]with her a little girl whom Ida had often seen frolicking among the [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]other children, a sunny-haired, rosy-cheeked child, named Hebe, the [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]veriest romp in the village. Ida had always thought her a foolish [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]little thing, because she was always playing about like a kitten, and [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]never came to the sea shore to listen to the winds, and see the great [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]waves roll in; and now here she was, ascending the marble stairs, with [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]her white feet, and rosy smile, and rainbow colors, from the wings of [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]Iris, glittering all around her. Ida knew by the crystal vase she [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]bore, that Hebe was to serve the immortals, and she longed to peep in [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]and see how they would receive her; but she feared the haughty gaze of [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]Juno, and the scornful glance of Apollo; so, burying her face in her [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]hands, she remained weeping on the step. After a long while she heard [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]a light motion beside her, and looking up, saw the beautiful eyes of [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]Psyche, looking gently down upon her.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"Ah, little girl," she said, "you were sadly awkward. I pitied you [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]very much, for I know what it is for a mortal to stand among the [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]immortals; I never could have been here if I had not been brought by [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]Love."[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"But I also loved them," sobbed Ida. Psyche smiled a little. "Yes, my [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]child, you were dazzled by their beauty, and thought you could fly up [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]hither on the first morning breeze. But know--the gods are not easily [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]approached; weary were the works I had to perform before I could be [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]admitted, although led by Cupid. And know also, that all who enter [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]must come with fair foreheads and serene eyes. You are a wee thing, [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]with sad, shy eyes; and then those dusty feet of yours--Jupiter would [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]never like to have those treading upon his golden floors. It is [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]useless to sit weeping here. Minerva will order you off if she finds [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]you. She has the care of the steps. You had better go back to your [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]village and learn to spin with your mother."[/SIZE]

[SIZE=-1]"But I have no mother," cried Ida, "and my father is always out [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]fishing. If I go among the children they will only laugh at me, [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]because I told them such grand stories about the immortals, and left [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]their plays to wander alone on the shore; and how can I go back to [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]seaweed and rocks again, after having had a glimpse of this golden [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]Olympus? O, I wish I were only a little brown leaf!" and she wept [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]more and more, as if her very heart would break.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Psyche looked thoughtfully at her a while, and then said, "Would you [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]like to be one of the Doves of Venus?"[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"O, yes!" exclaimed Ida, her eyes brightening.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"But remember you will have to obey her every fancy, and fly far and [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]wide; and her jewelled car is not light, nor does she drive with [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]gentle rein."[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]But Ida, with clasped hands, entreated that she might become one of [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]Venus's Doves; so Psyche kissed her tearful face, and she was changed [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]into a dove with soft, bright eyes, dainty red feet, and a breast [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]white as the sea foam. She flew into the circle of immortals, and none [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]recognized in her the little stumbling girl, except Mercury, who [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]merely smiled to himself, and was too good natured to reveal the [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]secret.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Venus was much pleased to see a new, shining dove fluttering at her [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]feet, and immediately harnessed it to her car, with delicate hands, [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]and flew far over land and sea. Whether the little dove Ida found [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]Venus and her winged car a weary burden to draw, I cannot tell you; [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]but some time you may yourself become one of Venus's doves, and then [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]you will know all about it.[/SIZE]
 

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PYRAMUS AND THISBE

PYRAMUS AND THISBE

[SIZE=-1]Venus did not always befriend true lovers, as she had befriended [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]Hippomenes, with her three golden apples. Sometimes, in the enchanted [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]island of Cyprus, she forgot her worshippers far away, and they called [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]on her in vain.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]So it was in the sad story of Hero and Leander, who lived on opposite [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]borders of the Hellespont. Hero dwelt at Sestos, where she served as a [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]priestess, in the very temple of Venus; and Leander's home was in [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]Abydos, a town on the opposite shore. But every night this lover would [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]swim across the water to see Hero, guided by the light which she was [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]wont to set in her tower. Even such loyalty could not conquer fate. [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]There came a great storm, one night, that put out the beacon, and [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]washed Leander's body up with the waves to Hero, and she sprang into [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]the water to rejoin him, and so perished.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Not wholly unlike this was the fate of Halcyone, a queen of Thessaly, [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]who dreamed that her husband Ceyx had been drowned, and on waking [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]hastened to the shore to look for him. There she saw her dream come [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]true,--his lifeless body floating towards her on the tide; and as she [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]flung herself after him, mad with grief, the air upheld her and she [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]seemed to fly. Husband and wife were changed into birds; and there on [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]the very water, at certain seasons, they build a nest that floats [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]unhurt,--a portent of calm for many days and safe voyage for the ships. [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]So it is that seamen love these birds and look for halcyon weather.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]But there once lived in Babylonia two lovers named Pyramus and Thisbe, [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]who were parted by a strange mischance. For they lived in adjoining [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]houses; and although their parents had forbidden them to marry, these [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]two had found a means of talking together through a crevice in the [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]wall.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Here, again and again, Pyramus on his side of the wall and Thisbe on [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]hers, they would meet to tell each other all that had happened during [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]the day, and to complain of their cruel parents. At length they decided [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]that they would endure it no longer, but that they would leave their [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]homes and be married, come what might. They planned to meet, on a [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]certain evening, by a mulberry-tree near the tomb of King Ninus, [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]outside the city gates. Once safely met, they were resolved to brave [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]fortune together.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]So far all went well. At the appointed time, Thisbe, heavily veiled, [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]managed to escape from home unnoticed, and after a stealthy journey [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]through the streets of Babylon, she came to the grove of mulberries [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]near the tomb of Ninus. The place was deserted, and once there she put [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]off the veil from her face to see if Pyramus waited anywhere among the [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]shadows. She heard the sound of a footfall and turned to behold--not [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]Pyramus, but a creature unwelcome to any tryst--none other than a [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]lioness crouching to drink from the pool hard by.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Without a cry, Thisbe fled, dropping her veil as she ran. She found a [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]hiding-place among the rocks at some distance, and there she waited, [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]not knowing what else to do.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]The lioness, having quenched her thirst (after some ferocious meal), [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]turned from the spring and, coming upon the veil, sniffed at it [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]curiously, tore and tossed it with her reddened jaws,--as she would [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]have done with Thisbe herself,--then dropped the plaything and crept [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]away to the forest once more.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]It was but a little after this that Pyramus came hurrying to the [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]meeting-place, breathless with eagerness to find Thisbe and tell her [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]what had delayed him. He found no Thisbe there. For a moment he was [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]confounded. Then he looked about for some sign of her, some footprint [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]by the pool. There was the trail of a wild beast in the grass, and near [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]by a woman's veil, torn and stained with blood; he caught it up and [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]knew it for Thisbe's.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]So she had come at the appointed hour, true to her word; she had waited [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]there for him alone and defenceless, and she had fallen a prey to some [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]beast from the jungle! As these thoughts rushed upon the young man's [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]mind, he could endure no more.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"Was it to meet me, Thisbe, that you came to such a death!" cried he. [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]"And I followed all too late. But I will atone. Even now I come [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]lagging, but by no will of mine!"[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]So saying, the poor youth drew his sword and fell upon it, there at the [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]foot of that mulberry-tree which he had named as the trysting-place, [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]and his life-blood ran about the roots.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]During these very moments, Thisbe, hearing no sound and a little [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]reassured, had stolen from her hiding-place and was come to the edge of [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]the grove. She saw that the lioness had left the spring, and, eager to [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]show her lover that she had dared all things to keep faith, she came [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]slowly, little by little, back to the mulberry-tree.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]She found Pyramus there, according to his promise. His own sword was in [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]his heart, the empty scabbard by his side, and in his hand he held her [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]veil still clasped. Thisbe saw these things as in a dream, and suddenly [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]the truth awoke her. She saw the piteous mischance of all; and when the [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]dying Pyramus opened his eyes and fixed them upon her, her heart broke. [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]With the same sword she stabbed herself, and the lovers died together.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]There the parents found them, after a weary search, and they were [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]buried together in the same tomb. But the berries of the mulberry-tree [/SIZE][SIZE=-1]turned red that day, and red they have remained ever since.[/SIZE]
 

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THE APPLES OF IDUN

THE APPLES OF IDUN

[SIZE=-1]Once upon a time Odin, Loki, and Hœner started on a journey. They had often travelled together before on all sorts of errands, for they had a great many things to look after, and more than once they had fallen into trouble through the prying, meddlesome, malicious spirit of Loki, who was never so happy as when he was doing wrong. When the gods went on a journey they travelled fast and hard, for they were strong, active spirits who loved nothing so much as hard work, hard blows, storm, peril, and struggle. There were no roads through the country over which they made their way, only high mountains to be climbed by rocky paths, deep valleys into which the sun hardly looked during half the year, and swift-rushing streams, cold as ice, and treacherous to the surest foot and the strongest arm. Not a bird flew through the air, not an animal sprang through the trees. It was as still as a desert. The gods walked on and on, getting more tired and hungry at every step. The sun was sinking low over the steep, pine-crested mountains, and the travellers had neither breakfasted nor dined. Even Odin was beginning to feel the pangs of hunger, like the most ordinary mortal, when suddenly, entering a little valley, the famished gods came upon a herd of cattle. It was the work of a minute to kill a great ox and to have the carcass swinging in a huge pot over a roaring fire.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]But never were gods so unlucky before! In spite of their hunger, the pot would not boil. They piled on the wood until the great flames crackled and licked the pot with their fiery tongues, but every time the cover was lifted there was the meat just as raw as when it was put in. It is easy to imagine that the travellers were not in very good humour. As they were talking about it, and wondering how it could be, a voice called out from the branches of the oak overhead, "If you will give me my fill, I'll make the pot boil."[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]The gods looked first at each other and then into the tree, and there they discovered a great eagle. They were glad enough to get their supper on almost any terms, so they told the eagle he might have what he wanted if he would only get the meat cooked. The bird was as good as his word, and in less time than it takes to tell it supper was ready. Then the eagle flew down and picked out both shoulders and both legs. This was a pretty large share, it must be confessed, and Loki, who was always angry when anybody got more than he, no sooner saw what the eagle had taken, than he seized a great pole and began to beat the rapacious bird unmercifully. Whereupon a very singular thing happened, as singular things always used to happen when the gods were concerned: the pole stuck fast in the huge talons of the eagle at one end, and Loki stuck fast at the other end. Struggle as he might, he could not get loose, and as the great bird sailed away over the tops of the trees, Loki went pounding along on the ground, striking against rocks and branches until he was bruised half to death.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]The eagle was not an ordinary bird by any means, as Loki soon found when he begged for mercy. The giant Thjasse happened to be flying abroad in his eagle plumage when the hungry travellers came under the oak and tried to cook the ox. It was into his hands that Loki had fallen, and he was not to get away until he had promised to pay roundly for his freedom.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]If there was one thing which the gods prized above their other treasures in Asgard, it was the beautiful fruit of Idun, kept by the goddess in a golden casket and given to the gods to keep them forever young and fair. Without these Apples all their power could not have kept them from getting old like the meanest of mortals. Without these Apples of Idun, Asgard itself would have lost its charm; for what would heaven be without youth and beauty forever shining through it?[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Thjasse told Loki that he could not go unless he would promise to bring him the Apples of Idun. Loki was wicked enough for anything; but when it came to robbing the gods of their immortality, even he hesitated. And while he hesitated the eagle dashed hither and thither, flinging him against the sides of the mountains and dragging him through the great tough boughs of the oaks until his courage gave out entirely, and he promised to steal the Apples out of Asgard and give them to the giant.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Loki was bruised and sore enough when he got on his feet again to hate the giant who handled him so roughly, with all his heart, but he was not unwilling to keep his promise to steal the Apples, if only for the sake of tormenting the other gods. But how was it to be done? Idun guarded the golden fruit of immortality with sleepless watchfulness. No one ever touched it but herself, and a beautiful sight it was to see her fair hands spread it forth for the morning feasts in Asgard. The power which Loki possessed lay not so much in his own strength, although he had a smooth way of deceiving people, as in the goodness of others who had no thought of his doing wrong because they never did wrong themselves.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Not long after all this happened, Loki came carelessly up to Idun as she was gathering her Apples to put them away in the beautiful carven box which held them.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"Good-morning, goddess," said he. "How fair and golden your Apples are!"[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"Yes," answered Idun; "the bloom of youth keeps them always beautiful."[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"I never saw anything like them," continued Loki slowly, as if he were talking about a matter of no importance, "until the other day."[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Idun looked up at once with the greatest interest and curiosity in her face. She was very proud of her Apples, and she knew no earthly trees, however large and fair, bore the immortal fruit.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"Where have you seen any Apples like them?" she asked.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"Oh, just outside the gates," said Loki indifferently. "If you care to see them I'll take you there. It will keep you but a moment. The tree is only a little way off."[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Idun was anxious to go at once.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"Better take your Apples with you, to compare them with the others," said the wily god, as she prepared to go.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Idun gathered up the golden Apples and went out of Asgard, carrying with her all that made it heaven. No sooner was she beyond the gates than a mighty rushing sound was heard, like the coming of a tempest, and before she could think or act, the giant Thjasse, in his eagle plumage, was bearing her swiftly away through the air to his desolate, icy home in Thrymheim, where, after vainly trying to persuade her to let him eat the Apples and be forever young like the gods, he kept her a lonely prisoner.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Loki, after keeping his promise and delivering Idun into the hands of the giant, strayed back into Asgard as if nothing had happened. The next morning, when the gods assembled for their feast, there was no Idun. Day after day went past, and still the beautiful goddess did not come. Little by little the light of youth and beauty faded from the home of the gods, and they themselves became old and haggard. Their strong, young faces were lined with care and furrowed by age, their raven locks passed from gray to white, and their flashing eyes became dim and hollow. Brage, the god of poetry, could make no music while his beautiful wife was gone he knew not whither.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Morning after morning the faded light broke on paler and ever paler faces, until even in heaven the eternal light of youth seemed to be going out forever.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Finally the gods could bear the loss of power and joy no longer. They made rigorous inquiry. They tracked Loki on that fair morning when he led Idun beyond the gates; they seized him and brought him into solemn council, and when he read in their haggard faces the deadly hate which flamed in all their hearts against his treachery, his courage failed, and he promised to bring Idun back to Asgard if the goddess Freyja would lend him her falcon guise. No sooner said than done; and with eager gaze the gods watched him as he flew away, becoming at last only a dark moving speck against the sky.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]After long and weary flight Loki came to Thrymheim, and was glad enough to find Thjasse gone to sea and Idun alone in his dreary house. He changed her instantly into a nut, and taking her thus disguised in his talons, flew away as fast as his falcon wings could carry him. And he had need of all his speed, for Thjasse, coming suddenly home and finding Idun and her precious fruit gone, guessed what had happened, and, putting on his eagle plumage, flew forth in a mighty rage, with vengeance in his heart. Like the rushing wings of a tempest, his mighty pinions beat the air and bore him swiftly onward. From mountain peak to mountain peak he measured his wide course, almost grazing at times the murmuring pine forests, and then sweeping high in mid-air with nothing above but the arching sky, and nothing beneath but the tossing sea.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]At last he sees the falcon far ahead, and now his flight becomes like the flash of the lightning for swiftness, and like the rushing of clouds for uproar. The haggard faces of the gods line the walls of Asgard and watch the race with tremulous eagerness. Youth and immortality are staked upon the winning of Loki. He is weary enough and frightened enough, too, as the eagle sweeps on close behind him; but he makes desperate efforts to widen the distance between them. Little by little the eagle gains on the falcon. The gods grow white with fear; they rush off and prepare great fires upon the walls. With fainting, drooping wing the falcon passes over and drops exhausted by the wall. In an instant the fires have been lighted, and the great flames roar to heaven. The eagle sweeps across the fiery line a second later, and falls, maimed and burned, to the ground, where a dozen fierce hands smite the life out of him, and the great giant Thjasse perishes among his foes.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Idun resumes her natural form as Brage rushes to meet her. The gods crowd round her. She spreads the feast, the golden Apples gleaming with unspeakable lustre in the eyes of the gods. They eat; and once more their faces glow with the beauty of immortal youth, their eyes flash with the radiance of divine power, and, while Idun stands like a star for beauty among the throng, the song of Brage is heard once more; for poetry and immortality are wedded again.[/SIZE]
 

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THE WINDMAKER

THE WINDMAKER

[SIZE=-1]Once there was a tribe of Indians who had always lived in the mountains. Their village was built at the foot of a very large mountain, and their lodges were made from branches of the pine-trees, covered with the skins of animals. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]One day one of their hunters followed a bear's track for many miles. By evening he found himself a great distance from the village. He noticed that the hills around him were much smaller than those he had left, so he made up his mind to continue in the direction he had been going, which was eastwards, to see if the hills would grow smaller as he went. He rested during the night, and when the sun rose next morning, he continued walking towards the east. For several days he travelled, and at last he found himself on the edge of a very large plain. Miles and miles of green prairie lay before him, and he wondered what was beyond, on the other side of this vast plain. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]He travelled back joyfully to the village and told the others of the tribe what he had discovered. As they listened they became anxious to see this great prairie and what lay beyond it. So they went to their chief and begged him to let them all go and travel until they should reach the other side of the prairie. The chief told them that this was a wrong thing to ask, because they were mountain Indians and so would never be happy away from the mountains. Still they begged and coaxed, and at length he said: [/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"I shall grant your request, my children, because my greatest wish is to see you happy. To-morrow we shall all make ready for our journey to this great prairie. I shall go with you, although it grieves me very much to leave my mountains, but your wish shall be granted." [/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]By evening the next day the tribe was ready for the journey. They had taken down their lodges, and the branches of the pine-trees and the skins of the animals were packed on the mountain ponies. The chief rode in front on a small, white pony. His face looked very sad as they set out. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]For many days they travelled, and at length they reached the edge of the prairie, as the hunter before them had done. They were all much astonished to see the great plain of green grass, and they told their chief that this land was much more beautiful than their mountains. He did not make them any reply. For several days they travelled across the prairie in the daytime and camped at night. Each morning they said as they prepared to move forward, "To-day we shall surely reach the other side of this prairie." [/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Each night, however, found them with as many miles in front of them as there were behind them. At last they grew weary, and began to wonder how long they would have to travel before they could see what was beyond this prairie. They had made their camp for the night on the bank of a river. This river was too wide and deep for them to cross, and they did not know what they would do. During the night a strange thing happened. Their lodges were caught as if by unseen hands, lifted high in the air, and tossed into the river. The little children clung to their mothers in terror, while these unseen hands seemed trying to pull them away and toss them after the lodges. The Indians, terrified, gathered around their chief. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"What is this?" they cried. "What is this awful thing that has such strength and which we cannot see?" [/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"It is the wind, my children," said the chief. "Far up on the mountain lives the Windmaker. This is his message to us, to tell us that he is angry, because we have left our mountain home. Let us all go back to our home and be happy once more." [/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]But the Indians murmured at this. They did not wish to go back to the mountains. They wished to see what was beyond the great prairie. The chief sadly shook his head and said, "Well, my children, you must suffer what the Windmaker sends us." [/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Then up spoke a young warrior named Broken Arrow. He had long wished for a chance to show the chief that he was brave, for he loved the chief's daughter and knew he could not wed her until he had proven his bravery. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"Oh, chief," he said, "let me go to this Windmaker. Let me shoot my sharpest arrows at him, so that I may kill this wicked one who is causing so much sorrow." [/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]The chief smiled at the brave youth and said, "My son, you may go, but it is a useless quest. This Windmaker cannot be killed." [/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Broken Arrow replied proudly, "We shall see. My arrows carry far and fly straight. This Windmaker shall feel their point." [/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]The women of the tribe put food in a bag and several pairs of moccasins, and the young warrior set out on his journey. Day and night he travelled, and at last, after his food was all gone and his last pair of moccasins was nearly worn out, he reached the foot of the great mountain where the Windmaker lived. Looking up, he saw the monster,—a great, gray creature that seemed a part of the mountain itself. His head was crowned with snow-white hair that lay around his shoulders like drifts of snow. His huge ears stood out from the sides of his head, and as he waved them, a breeze came down the mountain side that almost took the warrior off his feet. Fitting an arrow into his bow, he let it fly. It was aimed for the Windmaker's heart, and was going straight there, when the monster moved one ear and the arrow flew to one side. The same fate overtook the next arrow, and the next. Still the warrior shot bravely on, but as each one came near the monster he waved his ears and blew it aside. At last every arrow had been spent, and the Windmaker was uninjured. There was nothing for the young warrior to do but to go back and tell of his failure. Sadly he turned away, and after many days' travelling he arrived at the camp, faint with hunger, and with bare and bleeding feet. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]The chief smiled proudly as he saw him. "Welcome, my son," he said. "Do not feel sad. You have done nobly, and have proven to me how great a warrior you are. You shall be my son, and I am proud to call you that." [/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]After the wedding feast that night, the chief told the Indians that on the morrow he was going to the mountain to see if he could kill the Windmaker. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]When they heard this, there was great weeping, and they begged him not to go. But he was firm, so they said, "Then we shall go with you. Where our chief goes, we go too, and we shall watch you fight this wicked one." [/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]So, after many days' travelling, they all reached the foot of the great mountain where the Windmaker lived. Looking up, they could see him just as Broken Arrow had told them they would. The chief turned to them and said, "My children, you must remain here at the foot of this mountain, while I climb up to the top. There is no use in trying to shoot this great monster, for he will but blow my arrows away, so I must climb up and strike him with my tomahawk." [/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Again they begged him not to go, but again he was firm, and they sadly watched him begin to climb up the rocky side of the mountain. Little by little, he ascended the steep, rough hill, until at last he was almost at the feet of the Windmaker. All this time the monster had been perfectly still. Then suddenly, just as the chief was within reach of him, he waved both his ears, and a terrible gale tore down the mountain side, carrying rocks and stones with it. It caught the chief, lifted him off his feet and carried him down. When he reached the bottom he lay as if insensible for a few moments. Then, recovering his breath, he began to climb again. Once more the Windmaker let him nearly reach his feet before he made a movement. This time he sent a current of air against a large boulder resting on a narrow ledge. The chief leaped just in time, for it fell with a terrible noise on the very spot where he had stood. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Angered by this, the chief grasped his tomahawk more firmly, and dashing up a few paces, aimed a blow at the monster's feet. But before it fell, the Windmaker waved both ears again. With a roar like thunder the gale swept down, carrying the brave chief with it. It tossed him in the air, turned him around two or three times, and hurled him into a clump of fir-trees at the foot of the mountain. The Indians ran frantically to the spot and picked him up, but he was quite dead. They buried him sadly where he had fallen, at the foot of the tender firs. Then they went quietly back to their village in the mountains and have been content to live there ever since. [/SIZE]
 

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THOR'S VISIT TO THE GIANTS

THOR'S VISIT TO THE GIANTS

[SIZE=-1]Nowadays, since their journey to get the stolen hammer, Thor and Loki were good friends, for Loki seemed to have turned over a new leaf and to be a very decent sort of fellow; but really he was the same sly rascal at heart, only biding his time for mischief. However, in this tale he behaves well enough.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]It was a long time since Thor had slain any giants, and he was growing restless for an adventure. "Come, Loki," he said one day, "let us fare forth to Giant Land and see what news there is among the Big Folk."[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Loki laughed, saying, "Let us go, Thor. I know I am safe with you;" which was a piece of flattery that happened to be true.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]So they mounted the goat chariot as they had done so many times before and rumbled away out of Asgard. All day they rode; and when evening came they stopped at a little house on the edge of a forest, where lived a poor peasant with his wife, his son, and daughter.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"May we rest here for the night, friend?" asked Thor; and noting their poverty, he added, "We bring our own supper, and ask but a bed to sleep in." So the peasant was glad to have them stay. Then Thor, who knew what he was about, killed and cooked his two goats, and invited the family of peasants to sup with him and Loki; but when the meal was ended, he bade them carefully save all the bones and throw them into the goatskins which he had laid beside the hearth. Then Thor and Loki lay down to sleep.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]In the morning, very early, before the rest were awake, Thor rose, and taking his hammer, Miölnir, went into the kitchen, where were the remains of his faithful goats. Now the magic hammer was skillful, not only to slay, but to restore, when Thor's hand wielded it. He touched with it the two heaps of skin and bones, and lo! up sprang the goats, alive and well, and as good as new. No, not quite as good as new. What was this? Thor roared with anger, for one of the goats was lame in one of his legs, and limped sorely. "Some one has meddled with the bones!" he cried. "Who has touched the bones that I bade be kept so carefully?"[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Thialfi, the peasant's son, had broken one of the thigh-bones in order to get at the sweet marrow, and this Thor soon discovered by the lad's guilty face; then Thor was angry indeed. His knuckles grew white as he clenched the handle of Miölnir, ready to hurl it and destroy the whole unlucky house and family; but the peasant and the other three fell upon their knees, trembling with fear, and begged him to spare them. They offered him all that they owned,—they offered even to become his slaves,—if he would but spare their wretched lives.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]They looked so miserable that Thor was sorry for them, and resolved at last to punish them only by taking away Thialfi, the son, and Röskva, the daughter, thenceforth to be his servants. And this was not so bad a bargain for Thor, for Thialfi was the swiftest of foot of any man in the whole world.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]So he left the goats behind, and fared forth with his three attendants straight towards the east and Jotunheim. Thialfi carried Thor's wallet with their scanty store of food. They crossed the sea and came at last to a great forest, through which they tramped all day, until once more it was night; and now they must find a place in which all could sleep safely until morning. They wandered about here and there, looking for some sign of a dwelling, and at last they came to a big, queer-shaped house. Very queer indeed it was; for the door at one end was as broad as the house itself! They entered, and lay down to sleep; but at midnight Thor was wakened by a terrible noise. The ground shook under them like an earthquake, and the house trembled as if it would fall to pieces. Thor arose and called to his companions that there was danger about, and that they must be on guard. Groping in the dark, they found a long, narrow chamber on the right, where Loki and the two peasants hid trembling, while Thor guarded the doorway, hammer in hand. All night long the terrible noises continued, and Thor's attendants were frightened almost to death; but early in the morning Thor stole forth to find out what it all meant. And lo! close at hand in the forest lay an enormous giant, sound asleep and snoring loudly. Then Thor understood whence all their night's terror had proceeded, for the giant was so huge that his snoring shook even the trees of the forest, and made the mountains tremble. So much the better! Here at last was a giant for Thor to tackle. He buckled his belt of power more tightly to increase his strength, and laid hold of Miölnir to hurl it at the giant's forehead; but just at that moment the giant waked, rose slowly to his feet, and stood staring mildly at Thor. He did not seem a fierce giant, so Thor did not kill him at once. "Who are you?" asked Thor sturdily.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"I am the giant Skrymir, little fellow," answered the stranger, "and well I know who you are, Thor of Asgard. But what have you been doing with my glove?"[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Then the giant stooped and picked up—what do you think?—the queer house in which Thor and his three companions had spent the night! Loki and the two others had run out of their chamber in affright when they felt it lifted; and their chamber was the thumb of the giant's glove. That was a giant indeed, and Thor felt sure that they must be well upon their way to Giant Land.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]When Skrymir learned where they were going, he asked if he might not wend with them, and Thor said that he was willing. Now Skrymir untied his wallet and sat down under a tree to eat his breakfast, while Thor and his party chose another place, not far away, for their picnic. When all had finished, the giant said, "Let us put our provisions together in one bag, my friends, and I will carry it for you." This seemed fair enough, for Thor had so little food left that he was not afraid to risk losing it; so he agreed, and Skrymir tied all the provisions in his bag and strode on before them with enormous strides, so fast that even Thialfi could scarcely keep up with him.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]The day passed, and late in the evening Skrymir halted under a great oak-tree, saying, "Let us rest here. I must have a nap, and you must have your dinner. Here is the wallet,—open it and help yourselves." Then he lay down on the moss, and was soon snoring lustily.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Thor tried to open the wallet, in vain; he could not loosen a single knot of the huge thongs that fastened it. He strained and tugged, growing angrier and redder after every useless attempt. This was too much; the giant was making him appear absurd before his servants. He seized his hammer, and bracing his feet with all his might, struck Skrymir a blow on his head. Skrymir stirred lazily, yawned, opened one eye, and asked whether a leaf had fallen on his forehead, and whether his companions had dined yet. Thor bit his lip with vexation, but he answered that they were ready for bed; so he and his three followers retired to rest under another oak.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]But Thor did not sleep that night. He lay thinking how he had been put to shame, and how Loki had snickered at the sight of Thor's vain struggles with the giant's wallet, and he resolved that it should not happen again. At about midnight, once more he heard the giant's snore resounding like thunder through the forest. Thor arose, clenching Miölnir tight, and stole over to the tree where Skrymir slept; then with all his might he hurled the hammer and struck the giant on the crown of his head, so hard that the hammer sank deep into his skull. At this the giant awoke with a start, exclaiming, "What is that? Did an acorn fall on my head? What are you doing there, Thor?"[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Thor stepped back quickly, answering that he had waked up, but that it was only midnight, so they might all sleep some hours longer. "If I can only give him one more blow before morning," he thought, "he will never see daylight again." So he lay watching until Skrymir had fallen asleep once more, which was near daybreak; then Thor arose as before, and going very softly to the giant's side, smote him on the temple so sore that the hammer sank into his skull up to the very handle. "Surely, he is killed now," thought Thor.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]But Skrymir only raised himself on his elbow, stroked his chin, and said, "There are birds above me in the tree. Methinks that just now a feather fell upon my head. What, Thor! are you awake? I am afraid you slept but poorly this night. Come, now, it is high time to rise and make ready for the day. You are not far from our giant city,—Utgard we call it. Aha! I have heard you whispering together. You think that I am big ; but you will see fellows taller still when you come to Utgard. And now I have a piece of advice to give you. Do not pride yourselves overmuch upon your importance. The followers of Utgard's king think little of such manikins as you, and will not bear any nonsense, I assure you. Be advised; return homeward before it is too late. If you will go on, however, your way lies there to the eastward. Yonder is my path, over the mountains to the north."[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]So saying, Skrymir hoisted his wallet upon his shoulders, and turning back upon the path that led into the forest, left them staring after him and hoping that they might never see his big bulk again.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Thor and his companions journeyed on until noon, when they saw in the distance a great city, on a lofty plain. As they came nearer, they found the buildings so high that the travelers had to bend back their necks in order to see the tops. "This must be Utgard, the giant city," said Thor. And Utgard indeed it was. At the entrance was a great barred gate, locked so that no one might enter. It was useless to try to force a passage in; even Thor's great strength could not move it on its hinges. But it was a giant gate, and the bars were made to keep out other giants, with no thought of folk so small as these who now were bent upon finding entrance by one way or another. It was not dignified, and noble Thor disliked the idea. Yet it was their only way; so one by one they squeezed and wriggled between the bars, until they stood in a row inside. In front of them was a wonderful great hall with the door wide open. Thor and the three entered, and found themselves in the midst of a company of giants, the very hugest of their kind. At the end of the hall sat the king upon an enormous throne. Thor, who had been in giant companies ere now, went straight up to the throne and greeted the king with civil words. But the giant merely glanced at him with a disagreeable smile, and said,—[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"It is wearying to ask travelers about their journey. Such little fellows as you four can scarcely have had any adventures worth mentioning. Stay, now! Do I guess aright? Is this manikin Thor of Asgard, or no? Ah, no! I have heard of Thor's might. You cannot really be he, unless you are taller than you seem, and stronger too. Let us see what feats you and your companions can perform to amuse us. No one is allowed here who cannot excel others in some way or another. What can you do best?"[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]At this word, Loki, who had entered last, spoke up readily: "There is one thing that I can do,—I can eat faster than any man." For Loki was famished with hunger, and thought he saw a way to win a good meal.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Then the king answered, "Truly, that is a noble accomplishment of yours, if you can prove your words true. Let us make the test." So he called forth from among his men Logi,—whose name means "fire,"—and bade him match his powers with the stranger.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Now a trough full of meat was set upon the floor, with Loki at one end of it and the giant Logi at the other. Each began to gobble the meat as fast as he could, and it was not a pretty sight to see them. Midway in the trough they met, and at first it would seem as if neither had beaten the other. Loki had indeed done wondrous well in eating the meat from the bones so fast; but Logi, the giant, had in the same time eaten not only meat but bones also, and had swallowed his half of the trough into the bargain. Loki was vanquished at his own game, and retired looking much ashamed and disgusted.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]The king then pointed at Thialfi, and asked what that young man could best do. Thialfi answered that of all men he was the swiftest runner, and that he was not afraid to race with any one whom the king might select.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"That is a goodly craft," said the king, smiling; "but you must be a swift runner indeed if you can win a race from my Hugi. Let us go to the racing-ground."[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]They followed him out to the plain where Hugi, whose name means "thought," was ready to race with young Thialfi. In the first run Hugi came in so far ahead that when he reached the goal he turned about and went back to meet Thialfi. "You must do better than that, Thialfi, if you hope to win," said the king, laughing, "though I must allow that no one ever before came here who could run so fast as you."[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]They ran a second race; and this time when Hugi reached the goal there was a long bow-shot between him and Thialfi.[/SIZE]
 

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THOR'S VISIT TO THE GIANTS

THOR'S VISIT TO THE GIANTS

[SIZE=-1]"You are truly a good runner," exclaimed the king. "I doubt not that no man can race like you; but you cannot win from my giant lad, I think. The last time shall show." Then they ran for the third time, and Thialfi put forth all his strength, speeding like the wind; but all his skill was in vain. Hardly had he reached the middle of the course when he heard the shouts of the giants announcing that Hugi had won the goal. Thialfi, too, was beaten at his own game, and he withdrew, as Loki had done, shamefaced and sulky.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]There remained now only Thor to redeem the honor of his party, for Röskva the maiden was useless here. Thor had watched the result of these trials with surprise and anger, though he knew it was no fault of Loki or of Thialfi that they had been worsted by the giants. And Thor was resolved to better even his own former great deeds. The king called to Thor, and asked him what he thought he could best do to prove himself as mighty as the stories told of him. Thor answered that he would undertake to drink more mead than any one of the king's men. At this proposal the king laughed aloud, as if it were a giant joke. He summoned his cup-bearer to fetch his horn of punishment, out of which the giants were wont to drink in turn. And when they returned to the hall, the great vessel was brought to the king.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"When any one empties this horn at one draught, we call him a famous drinker," said the king. "Some of my men empty it in two trials; but no one is so poor a manikin that he cannot empty it in three. Take the horn, Thor, and see what you can do with it."[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Now Thor was very thirsty, so he seized the horn eagerly. It did not seem to him so very large, for he had drunk from other mighty vessels ere now. But indeed, it was deep. He raised it to his lips and took a long pull, saying to himself, "There! I have emptied it already, I know." Yet when he set the horn down to see how well he had done, he found that he seemed scarcely to have drained a drop; the horn was brimming as before. The king chuckled.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"Well, you have drunk but little," he said. "I would never have believed that famous Thor would lower the horn so soon. But doubtless you will finish all at a second draught."[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Instead of answering, Thor raised the horn once more to his lips, resolved to do better than before. But for some reason the tip of the horn seemed hard to raise, and when he set the vessel down again his heart sank, for he feared that he had drunk even less than at his first trial. Yet he had really done better, for now it was easy to carry the horn without spilling. The king smiled grimly. "How now, Thor!" he cried. "You have left too much for your third trial. I fear you will never be able to empty the little horn in three draughts, as the least of my men can do. Ho, ho! You will not be thought so great a hero here as the folk deem you in Asgard, if you cannot play some other game more skillfully than you do this one."[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]At this speech Thor grew very angry. He raised the horn to his mouth and drank lustily, as long as he was able. But when he looked into the horn, he found that some drops still remained. He had not been able to empty it in three draughts. Angrily he flung down the horn, and said that he would have no more of it.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"Ah, Master Thor," taunted the king, "it is now plain that you are not so mighty as we thought you. Are you inclined to try some other feats? For indeed, you are easily beaten at this one."[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"I will try whatever you like," said Thor; "but your horn is a wondrous one, and among the Æsir such a draught as mine would be called far from little. Come, now, —what game do you next propose, O King?"[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]The king thought a moment, then answered carelessly, "There is a little game with which my youngsters amuse themselves, though it is so simple as to be almost childish. It is merely the exercise of lifting my cat from the ground. I should never have dared suggest such a feat as this to you, Thor of Asgard, had I not seen that great tasks are beyond your skill. It may be that you will find this hard enough." So he spoke, smiling slyly, and at that moment there came stalking into the hall a monstrous gray cat, with eyes of yellow fire.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"Ho! Is this the creature I am to lift?" queried Thor. And when they said that it was, he seized the cat around its gray, huge body and tugged with all his might to lift it from the floor. Then the wretched cat, lengthening and lengthening, arched its back like the span of a bridge; and though Thor tugged and heaved his best, he could manage to lift but one of its huge feet off the floor. The other three remained as firmly planted as iron pillars.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"Oho, oho!" laughed the king, delighted at this sight. "It is just as I thought it would be. Poor little Thor! My cat is too big for him."[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"Little I may seem in this land of monsters," cried Thor wrathfully, "but now let him who dares come hither and try a hug with me."[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"Nay, little Thor," said the king, seeking to make him yet more angry, "there is not one of my men who would wrestle with you. Why, they would call it child's play, my little fellow. But, for the joke of it, call in my old foster-mother, Elli. She has wrestled with and worsted many a man who seemed no weaker than you, O Thor. She shall try a fall with you."[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Now in came the old crone, Elli, whose very name meant "age." She was wrinkled and gray, and her back was bent nearly double with the weight of the years which she carried, but she chuckled when she saw Thor standing with bared arm in the middle of the floor. "Come and be thrown, dearie," she cried in her cracked voice, grinning horribly.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"I will not wrestle with a woman!" exclaimed Thor, eyeing her with pity and disgust, for she was an ugly creature to behold. But the old woman taunted him to his face and the giants clapped their hands, howling that he was "afraid." So there was no way but that Thor must grapple with the hag.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]The game began. Thor rushed at the old woman and gripped her tightly in his iron arms, thinking that as soon as she screamed with the pain of his mighty hug, he would give over. But the crone seemed not to mind it at all. Indeed, the more he crushed her old ribs together the firmer and stronger she stood. Now in her turn the witch attempted to trip up Thor's heels, and it was wonderful to see her power and agility. Thor soon began to totter, great Thor, in the hands of a poor old woman! He struggled hard, he braced himself, he turned and twisted. It was no use; the old woman's arms were as strong as knotted oak. In a few moments Thor sank upon one knee, and that was a sign that he was beaten. The king signaled for them to stop. "You need wrestle no more, Thor," he said, with a curl to his lip, "we see what sort of fellow you are. I thought that old Elli would have no difficulty in bringing to his knees him who could not lift my cat. But come, now, night is almost here. We will think no more of contests. You and your companions shall sup with us as welcome guests and bide here till the morrow."[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Now as soon as the king had pleased himself in proving how small and weak were these strangers who had come to the giant city, he became very gracious and kind. But you can fancy whether or no Thor and the others had a good appetite for the banquet where all the giants ate so merrily. You can fancy whether or no they were happy when they went to bed after the day of defeats, and you can guess what sweet dreams they had.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]The next morning at daybreak the four guests arose and made ready to steal back to Asgard without attracting any more attention. For this adventure alone of all those in which Thor had taken part had been a disgraceful failure. Silently and with bowed heads they were slipping away from the hall when the king himself came to them and begged them to stay.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"You shall not leave Utgard without breakfast," he said kindly, "nor would I have you depart feeling unfriendly to me."[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Then he ordered a goodly breakfast for the travelers, with store of choicest dainties for them to eat and drink. When the four had broken fast, he escorted them to the city gate where they were to say farewell. But at the last moment he turned to Thor with a sly, strange smile and asked,—[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"Tell me now truly, brother Thor; what think you of your visit to the giant city? Do you feel as mighty a fellow as you did before you entered our gates, or are you satisfied that there are folk even sturdier than yourself?"[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]At this question Thor flushed scarlet, and the lightning flashed angrily in his eye. Briefly enough he answered that he must confess to small pride in his last adventure, for that his visit to the king had been full of shame to the hero of Asgard. "My name will become a joke among your people," quoth he. "You will call me Thor the puny little fellow, which vexes me more than anything; for I have not been wont to blush at my name."[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Then the king looked at him frankly, pleased with the humble manner of Thor's speech. "Nay," he said slowly, "hang not your head so shamedly, brave Thor. You have not done so ill as you think. Listen, I have somewhat to tell you, now that you are outside Utgard,—which, if I live, you shall never enter again. Indeed, you should not have entered at all had I guessed what noble strength was really yours,— strength which very nearly brought me and my whole city to destruction."[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]To these words Thor and his companions listened with open-mouthed astonishment. What could the king mean, they wondered? The giant continued:—[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"By magic alone were you beaten, Thor. Of magic alone were my triumphs,—not real, but seeming to be so. Do you remember the giant Skrymir whom you found sleeping and snoring in the forest? That was I. I learned your errand and resolved to lower your pride. When you vainly strove to untie my wallet, you did not know that I had fastened it with invisible iron wire, in order that you might be baffled by the knots. Thrice you struck me with your hammer,—ah! what mighty blows were those! The least one would have killed me, had it fallen on my head as you deemed it did. In my hall is a rock with three square hollows in it, one of them deeper than the others. These are the dents of your wondrous hammer, my Thor. For, while you thought I slept, I slipped the rock under the hammer-strokes, and into this hard crust Miölnir bit. Ha, ha! It was a pretty jest."[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Now Thor's brow was growing black at this tale of the giant's trickery, but at the same time he held up his head and seemed less ashamed of his weakness, knowing now that it had been no weakness, but lack of guile. He listened frowningly for the rest of the tale. The king went on:—[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"When you came to my city, still it was magic that worsted your party at every turn. Loki was certainly the hungriest fellow I ever saw, and his deeds at the trencher were marvelous to behold. But the Logi who ate with him was Fire, and easily enough fire can consume your meat, bones, and wood itself. Thialfi, my boy, you are a runner swift as the wind. Never before saw I such a race as yours. But the Hugi who ran with you was Thought, my thought. And who can keep pace with the speed of winged thought? Next, Thor, it was your turn to show your might. Bravely indeed you strove. My heart is sick with envy of your strength and skill. But they availed you naught against my magic. When you drank from the long horn, thinking you had done so ill, in truth you had performed a miracle,—never thought I to behold the like. You guessed not that the end of the horn was out in the ocean, which no one might drain dry. Yet, mighty one, the draughts you swallowed have lowered the tide upon the shore. Henceforth at certain times the sea will ebb; and this is by great Thor's drinking. The cat also which you almost lifted,—it was no cat, but the great Midgard serpent himself who encircles the whole world. He had barely length enough for his head and tail to touch in a circle about the sea. But you raised him so high that he almost touched heaven. How terrified we were when we saw you heave one of his mighty feet from the ground! For who could tell what horror might happen had you raised him bodily. Ah, and your wrestling with old Elli! That was the most marvelous act of all. You had nearly overthrown Age itself; yet there has never lived one, nor will such ever be found, whom Elli, old age, will not cast to earth at last. So you were beaten, Thor, but by a mere trick. Ha, ha! How angry you looked,—I shall never forget! But now we must part, and I think you see that it will be best for both of us that we should not meet again. As I have done once, so can I always protect my city by magic spells. Yes, should you come again to visit us, even better prepared than now, yet you could never do us serious harm. Yet the wear and tear upon the nerves of both of us is something not lightly forgotten."[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]He ceased, smiling pleasantly, but with a threatening look in his eye. Thor's wrath had been slowly rising during this tedious, grim speech, and he could control it no longer.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"Cheat and trickster!" he cried, "your wiles shall avail you nothing now that I know your true self. You have put me to shame, now my hammer shall shame you beyond all reckoning!" and he raised Miölnir to smite the giant deathfully. But at that moment the king faded before his very eyes. And when he turned to look for the giant city that he might destroy it,—as he had so many giant dwellings,—there was in the place where it had been but a broad, fair plain, with no sign of any palace, wall, or gate. Utgard had vanished. The king had kept one trick of magic for the last.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Then Thor and his three companions wended their way back to Asgard. But they were slower than usual about answering questions concerning their last adventure, their wondrous visit to the giant city. Truth to tell, magic or no magic, Thor and Loki had showed but a poor figure that day. For the first time in all their meeting with Thor the giants had not come off any the worse for the encounter. Perhaps it was a lesson that he sorely needed. I am afraid that he was rather inclined to think well of himself. But then, he had reason, had he not?[/SIZE]
 

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THE PUNISHMENT OF LOKI

THE PUNISHMENT OF LOKI

[SIZE=-1]After the death of Balder the world grew so dreary that no one had any heart left for work or play. The Æsir sat about moping and miserable. They were growing old,—there was no doubt about that. There was no longer any gladness in Valhalla, where the Valkyries waited on table and poured the foaming mead. There was no longer any mirth on Ida Plain, when every morning the bravest of earth-heroes fought their battles over again. Odin no longer had any pleasure in the daily news brought by his wise ravens, Thought and Memory, nor did Freia enjoy her falcon dress. Frey forgot to sail in his ship Skidbladnir, and even Thor had almost wearied of his hammer, except as he hoped that it would help him to catch Loki. For the one thought of all of them now was to find and punish Loki.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=-1]Yet they waited; for Queen Frigg had sent a messenger to Queen Hela to find if they might not even yet win Balder back from the kingdom of death.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Odin shook his head. "Queen Hela is Loki's daughter," he said, "and she will not let Balder return." But Frigg was hopeful; she had employed a trusty messenger, whose silver tongue had won many hearts against their will.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]It was Hermod, Balder's brother, who galloped down the steep road to Hela's kingdom, on Sleipnir, the eight-legged horse of Father Odin. For nine nights and nine days he rode, through valleys dark and chill, until he came to the bridge which is paved with gold. And here the maiden Modgard told him that Balder had passed that way, and showed him the path northward to Hela's city. So he rode, down and down, until he came to the high wall which surrounded the grim palace where Hela reigned. Hermod dismounted and tightened the saddle-girths of gray Sleipnir, whose eight legs were as frisky as ever, despite the long journey. And when he had mounted once more, the wonderful horse leaped with him over the wall, twenty feet at least![/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Then Hermod rode straight into the palace of Hela, straight up to the throne where she sat surrounded by gray shadows and spirit people. She was a dreadful creature to see, was this daughter of Loki,—half white like other folk, but half black, which was not sunburn, for there was no sunshine in this dark and dismal land. Yet she was not so bad as she looked; for even Hela felt kindly towards Balder, whom her father had slain, and was sorry that the world had lost so dear a friend. So when Hermod begged of her to let his brother return with him to Asgard, she said very gently,—[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"Freely would I let him go, brave Hermod, if I might. But a queen cannot always do as she likes, even in her own kingdom. His life must be bought; the price must be paid in tears. If everything upon earth will weep for Balder's death, then may he return, bringing light and happiness to the upper world. Should one creature fail to weep, Balder must remain with me."[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Then Hermod was glad, for he felt sure that this price was easily paid. He thanked Hela, and made ready to depart with the hopeful message. Before he went away he saw and spoke with Balder himself, who sat with Nanna upon a throne of honor, talking of the good times that used to be. And Balder gave him the ring Draupnir to give back to Father Odin, as a remembrance from his dear son; while Nanna sent to mother Frigg her silver veil with other rich presents. It was hard for Hermod to part with Balder once again, and Balder also wept to see him go. But Hermod was in duty bound to bear the message back to Asgard as swiftly as might be.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Now when the Æsir heard from Hermod this news, they sent messengers forth over the whole world to bid every creature weep for Balder's death. Heimdal galloped off upon Goldtop and Frey upon Goldbristle, his famous hog; Thor rumbled away in his goat chariot, and Freia drove her team of cats,—all spreading the message in one direction and another. There really seemed little need for them to do this, for already there was mourning in every land and clime. Even the sky was weeping, and the flower eyes were filled with dewy tears.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]So it seemed likely that Balder would be ransomed after all, and the Æsir began to hope more strongly. For they had not found one creature who refused to weep. Even the giants of Jotunheim were sorry to lose the gentle fellow who had never done them any harm, and freely added their giant tears to the salt rivers that were coursing over all the world into the sea, making it still more salt.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]It was not until the messengers had nearly reached home, joyful in the surety that Balder was safe, that they found an ugly old giantess named Thökt hidden in a black cavern among the mountains.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"Weep, mother, weep for Balder!" they cried. "Balder the beautiful is dead, but your tears will buy him back to life. Weep, mother, weep!"[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]But the sulky old woman refused to weep.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"Balder is nothing to me," she said. "I care not whether he lives or dies. Let him bide with Hela—he is out of mischief there. I weep dry tears for Balder's death."[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]So all the work of the messengers was in vain, because of this one obstinate old woman. So all the tears of the sorrowing world were shed in vain. Because there were lacking two salty drops from the eyes of Thökt, they could not buy back Balder from the prison of death.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]When the messengers returned and told Odin their sad news, he was wrathful.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"Do you not guess who the old woman was?" he cried. "It was Loki—Loki himself, disguised as a giantess. He has tricked us once more, and for a second time has slain Balder for us; for it is now too late,—Balder can never return to us after this. But it shall be the last of Loki's mischief. It is now time that we put an end to his deeds of shame."[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"Come, my brothers!" shouted Thor, flourishing his hammer. "We have wept and mourned long enough. It is now time to punish. Let us hasten back to Thökt's cave, and seize Loki as quickly as may be."[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]So they hurried back into the mountains where they had left the giantess who would not weep. But when they came to the place, the cave was empty. Loki was too sharp a fellow to sit still and wait for punishment to overtake him. He knew very well that the Æsir would soon discover who Thökt really was. And he had taken himself off to a safer place, to escape the questions which a whole world of not too gentle folk were anxious to ask him.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]The one desire of the Æsir was now to seize and punish Loki. So when they were unable to find him as easily as they expected, they were wroth indeed. Why had he left the cave? Whither had he gone? In what new disguise even now was he lurking, perhaps close by?[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]The truth was that when Loki found himself at war with the whole world which he had injured, he fled away into the mountains, where he had built a strong castle of rocks. This castle had four doors, one looking into the north, one to the south, one to the east, and one to the west; so that Loki could keep watch in all directions and see any enemy who might approach. Besides this, he had for his protection the many disguises which he knew so well how to don. Near the castle was a river and a waterfall, and it was Loki's favorite game to change himself into a spotted pink salmon and splash about in the pool below the fall.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"Ho, ho! Let them try to catch me here, if they can!" he would chuckle to himself. And indeed, it seemed as if he were safe enough.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]One day Loki was sitting before the fire in his castle twisting together threads of flax and yarn into a great fish-net which was his own invention. For no one had ever before thought of catching fish with a net. Loki was a clever fellow; and with all his faults, for this one thing at least the fishermen of to-day ought to be grateful to him. As Loki sat busily knotting the meshes of the net, he happened to glance out of the south door,—and there were the Æsir coming in a body up the hill towards his castle.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Now this is what had happened: from his lookout throne in Asgard, Odin's keen sight had spied Loki's retreat. This throne, you remember, was in the house with a silver roof which Odin had built in the very beginning of time; and whenever he wanted to see what was going on in the remotest corner of Asgard, or to spy into some secret place beyond the sight of gods or men, he would mount this magic throne, whence his eye could pierce thick mountains and sound the deepest sea. So it was that the Æsir had found out Loki's castle, well-hidden though it was among the furthest mountains of the world. They had come to catch him, and there was nothing left for him but to run.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Loki jumped up and threw his half-mended net into the fire, for he did not want the Æsir to discover his invention; then he ran down to the river and leaped in with a great splash. When he was well under water, he changed himself into a salmon, and flickered away to bask in his shady pool and think how safe he was.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]By this time the Æsir had entered his castle and were poking among the ashes which they found smouldering on the hearth.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"What is this?" asked Thor, holding up a piece of knotted flax which was not quite burned. "The knave has been making something with little cords."[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"Let me see it," said Heimdal, the wisest of the Æsir,—he who once upon a time had suggested Thor's clever disguise for winning back his hammer from the giant Thrym. He took now the little scrap of fish-net and studied it carefully, picking out all the knots and twists of it.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"It is a net," said Heimdal at last. "He has been making a net, and—pfaugh!—it smells of fish. The fellow must have used it to trap fish for his dinner, though I never before heard of such a device."[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"I saw a big splash in the river just as we came up," said Thor the keen-eyed,—"a very big splash indeed. It seemed too large for any fish."[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"It was Loki," declared Heimdal. "He must have been here but a moment since, for this fire has just gone out, and the net is still smouldering. That shows he did not wish us to find this new-fangled idea of his. Why was that? Let me think. Aha! I have it. Loki has changed himself into a fish, and did not wish us to discover the means of catching him."[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"Oho!" cried the Æsir regretfully. "If only we had another net!"[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"We can make one," said wise Heimdal. "I know how it is done, for I have studied out this little sample. Let us make a net to catch the slyest of all fish."[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"Let us make a net for Loki," echoed the Æsir. And they all sat down cross-legged on the floor to have a lesson in net-weaving from Heimdal. He found hemp cord in a cupboard, and soon they had contrived a goodly net, big enough to catch several Lokis, if they should have good fisherman's luck.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]They dragged the net to the river and cast it in. Thor, being the strongest, held one end of the net, and all the rest drew the other end up and down the stream. They were clumsy and awkward, for they had never used a net before, and did not know how to make the best of it. But presently Thor exclaimed, "Ha! I felt some live thing touch the meshes!"[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"So did we!" cried the others. "It must be Loki!" And Loki it was, sure enough; for the Æsir had happened upon the very pool where the great salmon lay basking so peacefully. But when he felt the net touch him, he darted away and hid in a cleft between two rocks. So that, although they dragged the net to and fro again and again, they could not catch Loki in its meshes; for the net was so light that it floated over his head.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"We must weight the net," said Heimdal wisely; "then nothing can pass beneath it." So they tied heavy stones all along the under edge, and again they cast the net, a little below the waterfall. Now Loki had seized the chance to swim further down the stream. But ugh! suddenly he tasted salt water. He was being swept out to sea! That would never do, for he could not live an hour in the sea. So he swam back and leaped straight over the net up into the waterfall, hoping that no one had noticed him. But Thor's sharp eyes had spied the flash of pink and silver, and Thor came running to the place.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"He is here!" he shouted. "Cast in the net above the fall! We have him now!"[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]When Loki saw the net cast again, so that there was no choice for him but to be swept back over the falls and out to sea, or to leap the net once more still further up the river, he hesitated. He saw Thor in the middle of the stream wading towards him; but behind him was sure death. So he set his teeth and once more he leaped the net. There was a huge splash, a scuffle, a scramble, and the water was churned into froth all about Thor's feet. He was struggling with the mighty fish. He caught him once, but the salmon slipped through his fingers. He caught him again, and this time Thor gripped hard. The salmon almost escaped, but Thor's big fingers kept hold of the end of his tail, and he flapped and flopped in vain. It was the grip of Thor's iron glove; and that is why to this day the salmon has so pointed a tail. The next time you see a salmon you must notice this, and remember that he may be a great-great-great-grand-descendant of Loki.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]So Loki was captured and changed back into his own shape, sullen and fierce. But he had no word of sorrow for his evil deeds; nor did he ask for mercy, for he knew that it would be in vain. He kept silent while the Æsir led him all the weary way back to Asgard.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Now the whole world was noisy with the triumph of his capture. As the procession passed along it was joined by all the creatures who had mourned for Balder,—all the creatures who longed to see Loki punished. There were the men of Midgard, the place of human folk, shouting, "Kill him! kill him!" at the top of their lungs; there were armies of little mountain dwarfs in their brown peaked caps, who hobbled along, prodding Loki with their picks; there were beasts growling and showing their teeth as if they longed to tear Loki in pieces; there were birds who tried to peck his eyes, insects who came in clouds to sting him, and serpents that sprang up hissing at his feet to poison him with their deadly bite.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]But to all these Thor said, "Do not kill the fellow. We are keeping him for a worse punishment than you can give." So the creatures merely followed and jostled Loki into Asgard, shouting, screaming, howling, growling, barking, roaring, spitting, squeaking, hissing, croaking, and buzzing, according to their different ways of showing hatred and horror.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]The Æsir met on Ida Plain to decide what should be done with Loki. There were Idun whom he had cheated, and Sif whose hair he had cut off. There were Freia whose falcon dress he had stolen and Thor whom he had tried to kill. There were Höd whom he had made a murderer; Frigg and Odin whose son he had slain. There was not one of them whom Loki had not injured in some way; and besides, there was the whole world into which he had brought sorrow and darkness; for the sake of all these Loki must be punished. But it was hard to think of any doom heavy enough for him. At last, however, they agreed upon a punishment which they thought suited to so wicked a wretch.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]The long procession formed again and escorted Loki down, down into a damp cavern underground. Here sunlight never came, but the cave was full of ugly toads, snakes, and insects that love the dark. These were Loki's evil thoughts, who were to live with him henceforth and torment him always. In this prison chamber side by side they placed three sharp stones, not far apart, to make an uneasy bed. And these were for Loki's three worst deeds, against Thor and Höd and Balder. Upon these rocks they bound Loki with stout thongs of leather. But as soon as the cords were fastened they turned into iron bands, so that no one, though he had the strength of a hundred giants, could loosen them. For these were Loki's evil passions, and the more he strained against them, the more they cut into him and wounded him until he howled with pain.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Over his head Skadi, whose father he had helped to slay, hung a venomous, wriggling serpent, from whose mouth dropped poison into Loki's face, which burned and stung him like fire. And this was the deceit which all his life Loki had spoken to draw folk into trouble and danger. At last it had turned about to torture him, as deceit always will do to him who utters it. Yet from this one torment Loki had some relief; for alone of all the world Sigyn, his wife, was faithful and forgiving. She stood by the head of the painful bed upon which the Red One was stretched, and held a bowl to catch the poison which dropped from the serpent's jaws, so that some of it did not reach Loki's face. But as often as the bowl became full, Sigyn had to go out and empty it; and then the bitter drops fell and burned till Loki made the cavern ring with his cries.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]So this was Loki's punishment, and bad enough it was,—but not too bad for such a monster. Under the caverns he lies there still, struggling to be it free. And when his great strength shakes the hills so that the whole ground trembles, men call it an earthquake. Sometimes they even see his poisonous breath blowing from the top of a mountain-chimney, and amid it the red flame of wickedness which burns in Loki's heart. Then all cry, "The volcano, the volcano!" and run away as fast as they can. For Loki, poisoned though he is, is still dangerous and full of mischief, and it is not good to venture near him in his torment.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]But there for his sins he must bide and suffer, suffer and bide, until the end of all sorrow and suffering and sin shall come, with Ragnarök, the ending of the world.[/SIZE]

 

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The myth of Odysseus and the Cyclops is one of the most known Greek myths, narrated by Homer in his Odyssey.

The myth of Odysseus and the Cyclops is about the one-eyed, giant Cyclops who menaced and almost put an end to the hero Odysseus. The Cyclops is one of the memorable characters of Greek mythology.

Odysseus and his shipmates encountered the Cyclops on their ill-fated return from the Trojan War.
The Return of Odysseus from Troy

This nine-year conflict pitted the Greeks against the city of Troy, on the western coast of what is now Turkey. The Greeks had finally triumphed, but many would not live to enjoy it.

Odysseus’s shipmates were blown far off course, and after a number of perils they reached a small wooded island, where they beached the vessels and gave thought to provisions.

Odysseus had noticed a larger island nearby, from which came the sound of bleating goats. This was encouraging to his growling stomach, and he detailed a scouting party and led it to the far shore.

Here they found a huge goat pen outside a cave and, inside, all the cheeses and meat they could desire. They were lounging in drowsy contentment when the shepherd came home.
The Cyclops Polyphemus

The sight of him brought the Greeks to fullest attention. He was as big as a barn, with a single glaring eye in the middle of his forehead. He was one of the Cyclopes, giant blacksmiths who had built Olympus for the gods. This particular Cyclops was named Polyphemus. He and his neighbors lived

like hermits with their flocks. If the Greeks were shocked, Polyphemus was pleasantly surprised. For here before him at his own hearth was a treat that would nicely vary his diet.


Taking care to roll a boulder into the mouth of the cave—a stone so huge that even a full crew of heroes could not stir it—he promptly snatched up the nearest two of Odysseus’s men, bashed out their brains on the floor and popped them into his mouth.

Then with a belch he curled up in a corner and drifted happily to sleep. Odysseus naturally was beside himself with concern. What had he led his men into?

There was nothing for it, though, but to wait out the night in terror, for the boulder blocked the door. In the morning the Cyclops rolled the massive stone aside, called his goats together and let them out, some to pasture and others to the pen in the yard. Then he sealed the entrance again. That night he had more Greeks for dinner.
Odysseus’ plan to escape the Cyclops

Desperate, Odysseus conceived a plan. To begin with, he offered the Cyclops wine. This was especially potent wine, which he and his men had brought ashore in skins. The Greeks customarily mixed water with their wine to dilute its strength. But the Cyclops had never drunk wine before, diluted or not, and it went straight to his head.
The Cyclops and Nobody

Before he conked out, he asked Odysseus his name. “Nobody,” replied the hero.

“Well, Mr. Nobody, I like you,” said the Cyclops drowsily. “In fact, I like you so much that I’m going to do you a favor. I’ll eat you last.”

With these encouraging words he fell fast asleep. Odysseus jumped up and put his men to work. They put a sharp point on the end of a pole and hardened it in the fire. Then, with a mighty “heave-ho”, they rammed it into the Cyclops’ eye.

In agony Polyphemus groped about blindly for his tormentors, but the Greeks dodged him all night long. "Help, come quickly!" he shouted at one point, and his fellow Cyclopes came running. "What’s the matter?" they called in at the mouth of the cave. "I’m blinded and in agony," roared Polyphemus.

"Whose fault is it?" they shouted back.

"Nobody’s," said Polyphemus.

"Well in that case," responded the Cyclopes as they departed, "you’ve got a lot of nerve bothering us."In the morning, as usual, Polyphemus called his flock together and rolled the boulder aside to let them out. He planted himself in the door to bar the Greeks’ escape. Muttering at great length to his ram, he sought sympathy for his affliction.

"Whatever you do," he told the beast, "don’t trust Greeks." So saying, he stroked the animal’s wooly back and sent him from the cave. Little did

he know that Odysseus himself clung to the ram's belly. And, in a similar fashion, his shipmates had escaped beneath the rest of the flock.

When Polyphemus realized the deception he rushed to the seaside, where Odysseus and his men were rowing hard for safety. The hero could not resist a taunt. "Just to set the record straight, the name’s Odysseus," he called across the water. "But you have Nobody to thank for your troubles — nobody but yourself, that is."

With a mighty curse Polyphemus threw a boulder which almost swamped the ship. But the rowers redoubled their efforts. They left the blinded Cyclops raging impotently on the shore.
 
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LOKI'S CHILDREN

LOKI'S CHILDREN

[SIZE=-1]Red 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.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=-1]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 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.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]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.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=-1]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 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.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]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.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Now All-Father had been considering what should be done with the three monsters, and 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 shadow and half light, half good and half bad.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]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 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.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]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 Tyr 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 made of twine. Then the Æsir hurried away and made another chain, far, far stronger than the first.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"If you can break this, O Fenrir," they said, "you will be famous indeed."[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]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.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]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."[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]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.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"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 looks." They handed it about from one to another, each trying to break the links, but in vain. The wolf watched them disdainfully.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"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."[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"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."[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"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 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."[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]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 Tyr 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."[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Then the wolf yawned his great jaws, and Tyr 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 and the earth shook below! The Æsir set up a laugh to see him so helpless—all except Tyr; for at the first sound of laughter the wolf shut his great mouth with a click, and poor brave Tyr 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.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]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 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.[/SIZE]
 

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The Nine Muses

The Nine Muses were Greek goddesses who ruled over the arts and sciences and offered inspiration in those subjects. They were the daughters of Zeus, lord of all gods, and Mnemosyne, who represented memory. Memory was important for the Muses because in ancient times, when there were no books, poets had to carry their work in their memories.
Calliope was the muse of epic poetry.
Clio was the muse of history.
Erato was the muse of love poetry.
Euterpe was the muse of music.
Melpomene was the muse of tragedy.
Polyhymnia was the muse of sacred poetry.
Terpsichore was the muse of dance.
Thalia was the muse of comedy.
Urania was the muse of astronomy.
 
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