Hero Tales eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 139 pages of information about Hero Tales.

Hero Tales eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 139 pages of information about Hero Tales.

There was great joy in the Ocean-king’s hall, when at last the banquet was ready, and the foaming mead began to pass itself around to the guests.  But Thor, who had done so much to help matters along, could not stay to the merry-making:  for he had heard that the Storm-giants were marshalling their forces for a raid upon some unguarded corner of the mid-world; and so, grasping his hammer, he bade his kind host good-by, and leaped into his iron car.

“Business always before pleasure!” he cried, as he hastened away at a wonderful rate through the air.

In old Aegir’s hall glad music resounded on every side; and the gleeful Waves danced merrily as the Asa-folk sat around the festal board, and partook of the Ocean-king’s good fare.  Aegir’s two thralls, the faithful Funfeng and the trusty Elder, waited upon the guests and carefully supplied their wants.  Never in all the world had two more thoughtful servants been seen; and every one spoke in praise of their quickness, and their skill, and their ready obedience.

Then Loki, unable to keep his hands from mischief, waxed very angry, because every one seemed happy and free from trouble, and no one noticed or cared for him.  So, while good Funfeng was serving him to meat, he struck the faithful thrall with a carving-knife, and killed him.  Then arose a great uproar in the Ocean-king’s feast hall.  The Asa-folk rose up from the table, and drove the Mischief-maker out from among them; and in their wrath they chased him across the waters, and forced him to hide in the thick greenwood.  After this they went back to Aegir’s hall, and sat down again to the feast.  But they had scarcely begun to eat, when Loki came quietly out of his hiding place, and stole slyly around to Aegir’s kitchen, where he found Elder, the other thrall, grieving sadly because of his brother’s death.

“I hear a great chattering and clattering over there in the feast hall,” said Loki.  “The greedy, silly Asa-folk seem to be very busy indeed, both with their teeth and their tongues.  Tell me, now, good Elder, what they talk about while they sit over their meat.”

“They talk of noble deeds,” answered Elder.  “They speak of gallant heroes, and brave men, and fair women, and strong hearts, and willing hands, and gentle manners, and kind friends.  And for all these they have words of praise and songs of beauty; but none of them speak well of Loki, the thief and the vile traitor.”

“Ah!” said Loki wrathfully, twisting himself into a dozen different shapes, “no one could ask so great a kindness from such folk.  I must go into the feast hall, and take a look at this fine company, and listen to their noisy merry-making.  I have a fine scolding laid up for those good fellows; and, unless they are careful with their tongues, they will find many hard words mixed with their mead.”

Then he went boldly into the great hall, and stood up before the wonder-stricken guests at the table.  When the Asa-folk saw who it was that had darkened the doorway, and was now in their midst, a painful silence fell upon them, and all their merriment was at an end.  And Loki stretched himself up to his full height, and said to them: 

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