Let them behold it! Thou and Thor, stretch out

Your wings in storm, and ravish up their souls

With night and death.

[To Baldur and Freyja.]

Come, you my children! Now

Shall our immortal fires be mixed with clay

In the great crucible, and these our spirits

No more shall know themselves for gods, until

The shadowy Master shows the great solution.

[In faint lightning and thunder, Loki and Thor disappear.

Odin ascends the crater, followed by Baldur and Freyja.

Climbing together the steep slope, these two look

backward upon the prostrate wolf who, following them

with his eyes, moves not until they reach the summit.

There, against a sky of sunlit storm, Freyja pauses and

stretches forth her arm to him.]

[Pg 30]

FREYJA

Dear wolf!

FENRIS

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