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Updated: June 20, 2025
Most of the young men of the Neeblings died there against the walls. That is how we keep our promises, Nors-King. "But Old Gunnar had a trick or two left. Remember the tale that I read to you in the throne-room of Baldar. The first of the Brons to enter the world of Opal were soldiers sent from some blasted planet in outer space to find a new home.
Eh, Nors-King," he chuckled, "if you had but one eye, I would swear that you were old Odin himself, rushing out to the edge of space to start that last bonfire of suns." "Quiet," Nea pleaded as she worked with the calculator. "So far this has defied computation. It's unstable, Ato. Before I can identify it, a factor is added or taken away."
"See how it is, Nors-King?" Gunnar said as he drew his fingers across the shaft of his sword. "It is as I told you before. We have the same weapons. The same defenses. I will use the Blood-Drinkers yet, before this is over." There was a demanding buzz from the loudspeaker. Ato turned the dial. A strange, harsh voice was calling. "You there, on the Second ship. You on the second ship. Answer."
But when Odin knelt beside him, he opened one eye and looked up with a twisted smile upon his broad face. One side of his face was barely recognizable. Gunnar was badly burned. He had been thrust through at least a dozen times. But Gunnar lived. "Eh, Nors-King," he whispered, sitting up straight as Odin steadied him in his arms. "It was a long time to wait.
"Ragnarok," Gunnar growled in his throat. He adjusted the shoulder strap that harnessed his broadsword to his back and looked at Odin curiously. "You should have rest, Nors-King. You look gaunt and tired but stronger too. I wonder if I have changed as much as you since we started this trip.
And Gunnar still lives." "Part of him." Gunnar blinked his good eye. "What happened down there? Oh," he gasped in pain, "to have missed the fighting!" "Maya lives and I live. Ato is wounded. Wolden came at the last to help us, Gunnar. We won. And I have killed Grim Hagen with my bare hands, even as I promised." "Good, Nors-King. I knew always that one of us would kill him.
Above them the cliff was groaning as though it were tired of hanging there. "Hurry, Nors-King, hurry! The rocks tremble." The snake's writhing tail still lay athwart the boat. Gunnar swung his sword and severed it. It slid into the water and something that was mostly triangular teeth and mouth hit the water and seized it. Then it was gone, leaving a fading trail of froth and blood.
Dust was still rising as it shook loose an occasional, crumbling ledge. "Eh, Nors-King, we fight again," the squat man laughed. "You saved Gunnar's life once more and you almost killed him, too." He paused to wipe sweat from his dripping face. Odin grinned back at him. Then, without another word, he took up the expensive rifle and let it slip overboard.
"My whole body is stiff and sore. Have I been sick?" Odin helped her to her feet. As he did so, hundreds of precious stones that had been heaped upon the couch rolled unnoticed to the floor. Maya winced as she stood up. Reaching down, she rubbed the calves of her legs and then stood straight with a little gasp of pain. "Carry her, Nors-King," Gunnar muttered.
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