Descends on Odin.

[Pg 4]

[A silent pause, during which the first pale signs of dawn

appear on the crags. Odin whispers to the ravens on his

shoulders and they fly away. He sits motionless and serene.]

THE PACK

[Slumbrously.]

Ulfr! Ulfr sofnathi!

ODIN

[Gazes again on Fenris.]

Fenris

That this dread should breathe!

And yon beast born from out my loins—to me,

To me, that from this forehead plucked an eye

To pawn for Mimi’s knowledge.—Wisdom, truth,

Beauty, and law, the tranquil goals of mind,

All these had I attained, and I a god;

Yet on the lank, alluring hag of Chaos

Begat this son, this living fang.

THE PACK

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