Into the writhing blood. Begin! BALDUR AND FREYJA Have mercy! [Pg 24] [As Loki swings his whip of fire, the Pack beneath fall on their faces. Amid them Fenris crouches at half stature. Baldur and Freyja kneel as frozen, with lifted hands toward Odin. Thus in sudden twilight and silence, fine silent lashes of unintermittent lightning uncoil and coil, as the scourge is whirled, around the cringing body of the wolf. A shudder only reveals his extreme pangs.] ODIN Cease! [Loki ceases.] Wolf, what of thine oath? FENRIS Oathless am I. BALDUR Fenris, be tamed! FENRIS I—I—I am Allfather! ODIN
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