stands glaring, with head bent backward as in

sudden pain.]

ODIN

Hail, Loki! Welcome, Thor! in happy time.

Are ye not come to crown me Odin the Wise?

Shake out the live scorn of thy withering laughter,

Loki, over the world: Odin hath been defied!

Hammer it, Thor, on the clanged doors of hell,

Till their intestine thunders toll our doom—

“The wolf shall sit alone, at Valhal’s feast,

And eat of Odin’s heart!”

FREYJA

Alas! What words

ODIN

This is mine heir. Hath it not spoken? This

Shall sit one day in Odin’s seat. Mine heir!

The heir of all the gods. Behold then, gods,

How this, your prince, receives his tutelage.

[Pg 23]

BALDUR

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