FENRIS Chafe, champ thee— THE PACK Ulfr! Ulfr! FENRIS Leave thee with child. [Pg 19] FREYJA Baldur, what reeling darkness snows around us From heaven? The rose of dawn is stung with blight. ODIN [Aside.] O mystery! O will behind the will, How shall this end? BALDUR From heaven no darkness falls; It is the glamour of his woeful eyes, That spet the night within them. FREYJA [Half wildly, whispers at Baldur’s ear.]
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