he dreamed that he was living in the gloomy underground world. The third night, when the same terrible dream came to him, he was greatly troubled. He told Odin, his father, and Frigga, his mother, about it. Odin, in great fear, called together his wisest heroes. They shook their heads but could do nothing to help him. Frigga cried, "It shall not be! I, his mother, will save him." She went straight way to Heimdal, who guarded the rainbow bridge. Bifrost, which was the name of the bridge, was the only path which led from Asgard to the earth. Heimdal allowed only those who lived in the plain to pass over it. All feared Heimdal, yet they loved him. He could see to the ends of the world. He could hear the wool growing on the sheep's back, and knew when each grass blade broke into the sunshine. Heimdal loved Balder and when he heard what troubled Frigga, pitied her. He gave her his swift black horse and showed her the way to the ends of the earth. For nine days and nights she traveled without food or rest. She asked everything she met to promise not to harm Balder. Animals, flowers, trees, water, air, fire, everything she asked gladly gave the promise.They smiled in wonder at the question. Who could wish to hurt the gentle Balder? Alas, the mistletoe did not promise. Frigga saw it growing high up on an oak tree. It seemed too small and weak to do any harm. She did not ask it to promise. On the tenth day of her journey, she came back again to Asgard. She told the sorrowing Odin and his friends what she had done. In their joy they found a new way to do Balder honor. He stood in their midst while the most skillful heroes hurled their arrows at him. At first, they threw only small twigs and pebbles. Everything, however, had soon proved itself true to its promise. Then the heroes lost all fear of harming him and threw their warlike weapons. Balder stood unharmed and smiling among them. Each day they met on the plain and in this sport proved the love of all things for him. The blind Höder was the only one in Asgard who could not join in the game. He was Balder's brother and loved him very dearly. Höder was not unhappy, but always cheered and shouted as gaily as the others. One day as he stood alone, Loki saw him. Loki was a mischief maker. His jokes were often cruel; indeed, most of the unhappiness in Asgard was caused by Loki's unkindness. "Höder, why do you not do Balder honor?" asked Loki. "I am blind," Höder answered, "and besides I have nothing to throw." "Here is my arrow," said Loki. "Take it; I will guide your hands." Alas, the cruel Loki had made the arrow of mistletoe. He knew that this was the only way in which Balder could be harmed. He longed to see the surprise of the heroes when Balder should at last be wounded. Away flew the arrow. Balder, 

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