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Then I shall come again, and if you have that glittering Rhine-gold for me, then you may have your sister. If you do not give me the gold, then Freya is mine and I will keep her always." As soon as Freya was gone, the flowers began to droop their heads. Wotan and his family began to grow old and gray. It seemed to Wotan like some awful dream.
And as he was too unassuming to rage, he would, after a period of lamentation, devote himself to his "little estate," and to keeping on good terms with the authorities. Time would do the rest. And Freya thought she could afford to wait, while ruling over her own home in the beautiful brig and over the man who loved her. This was the life for her who had learned to walk on a ship's deck.
The tentacles clamped their irresistible openings upon the body of the victim, pulling upon the line with such force that it broke, the octopus falling on the bottom with his prey. Freya clapped her hands in applause. "Bravo!..." She was exceedingly pale, though a feverish heat was coursing through her body.
To see her, his cherished possession, animated by something of his Freya's soul, the only foothold of two lives on the wide earth, the security of his passion, the companion of adventure, the power to snatch the calm, adorable Freya to his breast, and carry her off to the end of the world; to see this beautiful thing embodying worthily his pride and his love, to see her captive at the end of a tow-rope was not indeed a pleasant experience.
Freya was no longer living!... He was no longer running the danger of seeing her appear on his ship at whatever port he might touch!... The duality of his sentiments again surged up with violent contradiction. "It was a good thing!" said the sailor, "how many men have died through her fault!... Her execution was inevitable. The sea must be cleared of such bandits."
Her child, the little Hnossa, was on the floor, playing. Her mother took her in her arms, but the child, when she looked on Brisingamen, turned away crying. Freya left Hnossa down and searched again for Odur. He was not in any part of their palace. She went into the houses of all who dwelt in Asgard, asking for tidings of him. None knew where he had gone to.
They did not know that what Loki had done had sown the seeds of mischief and that these seeds were to sprout up and bring sorrow to the beautiful Vana Freya, to Freya whom the Giant wanted to carry off with the Sun and the Moon as payment for his building the wall around Asgard.
His legs trembled with a shudder of surprise. A cold wave ran down his back. "Ulysses!" sighed the woman, trying again to fold him in her arms. "You!... You!" again repeated the sailor in a dull voice. It was Freya. He did not know positively what mysterious force dictated his action.
"Oh, oh, oh!" he howled, stamping across the verandah as though he meant to drive his foot through the floor at every step. "Why, is his face hurt?" asked the astounded old Nelson. The truth dawned suddenly upon his innocent mind. "Dear me!" he cried, enlightened. "Get some brandy, quick, Freya. . . . You are subject to it, lieutenant? Fiendish, eh? I know, I know!
Many of us of the Burschenschaft will bear to the grave the marks of his Schlager. Von Kalbach went to Bonn, that university of the aristocrats, where he was worshipped. When he came to Berlin with his sister, crowds would gather to look at them. They were like Wodan and Freya. 'Donner'!" exclaimed Herr Korner, "there is something in blood, when all is said.
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