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"Hey, wait a minute!" Judy's father was the Valhalla's Chief Signal Officer, and she generally had news from a planet they were landing on a lot quicker than anyone else. "What's this all about?" "A new quarantine regulation. They passed it two years ago when a ship back from Altair landed and the crew turned out to be loaded with some sort of weird disease.
Most of the Valhalla's people had already been assigned rooms in the quarantine section of one of the Enclave buildings when Alan and his father arrived. The bored-looking desk clerk a withered-looking oldster who was probably a retired Starman gave Alan his room number.
Most of it was little like the descriptions he had read in the Valhalla's library. The trouble was that the starship's visits to Earth were always at least a decade behind, usually more. Most of the library books had come aboard when the ship had first been commissioned, far back in the year 2731. The face of Europe had almost totally altered since then.
"Erling, my boy," she said suddenly, as her eye fell on the axe at his side, "what terrible weapon is this? Surely thou must have purchased Thor's hammer. Can ye wield such a thing?" "I hope so, mother," said Erling curtly; "if not, I shall soon be in Valhalla's halls." "What are these rumours of war that are abroad just now?" asked Herfrida.
She smiled at her father, as she spoke. "I intend to have another before I leave here," Phebe proclaimed, as she passed her plate for more fish. "One hero isn't enough for us; we need one apiece." "Where will you get him, sister Valkyrie?" "I don't know; out of the briny deep perhaps, but time will show." "'Or old Valhalla's roaring hail, Her ever-circling mead and ale,"
On that night when the Valhalla's boat had brought him ashore apparently drenched to death by the sea, Doctor Gregg and his other friends had toiled for hours to preserve the little spark of life that remained to him.
But, now that the Danes have been sent home excepting that goodly number who have gone to Valhalla's halls to keep company with Odin and departed warriors it seems to me that we should meet the King in the manner which he desires until he shall give us occasion to assume arms in defence of our laws.
There was a flash of Siegfried's blade, then a crash that echoed over mountains and valleys, and Siegfried had shattered Wotan's spear. It lay in splinters on the ground. Wotan stepped aside and sadly bowed his head upon his breast. He knew this meant the downfall of the giants. No longer would the earth be ruled from fair Valhalla's heights. Siegfried hurried up the mountain-side.
The Crew was permanent; no one ever left, unless it was to jump ship the way Steve had and Steve was the only Crewman in the Valhalla's history to do that. And no one new ever came aboard, except in the case of the infrequent changes of personnel.
And from their beds the heroes rose and donned Their arms, and led their horses from the stall, And mounted them, and in Valhalla's court Were ranged; and then the daily fray began, And all day long they there are hacked and hewn 'Mid dust and groans, and limbs lopped off, and blood; But all at night return to Odin's hall Woundless and fresh; such lot is theirs in heaven.
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