"I think it very likely," answered Odin with a queer smile. "Now let me sleep." VI. THE STOLEN WINE. Part II. "What is your name?" asked Bauge of his new workman when they set forth the next morning to the fields. "You may call me Bolverk," answered Odin. "Will one name be enough for all nine of you?" said Bauge with a disagreeable curling of his upper lip. "I will not burden your giant mind with more than one," Odin answered,--a funny little twinkle in his eye. The giant gave a furious grunt. He did not quite know whether his new workman was stupid, or, whether under all his seeming meekness, it might not be that he was making fun of him. Well, Bauge set Bolverk to work, and then, lazy fellow that he was, stretched himself out on a mountain side to watch. "That new workman of mine," he bellowed, calling the attention of a neighbor giant to Odin at work in the field; "do you see him down there among the corn? He says he can do nine men's work." "A workman usually thinks himself equal to any nine other workingmen," roared back the neighbor. "Of course you have agreed to give him nine men's wages?" Then the two giants roared with laughter. They thought they had said a very bright thing, and very likely they had. It is only because you and I are mere earth-children that we do not think so too. As the days went on, Bauge began to laugh less and to wonder more at his strange workman. He worked on quietly from sunrise till sunset. He did not seem to hurry in his work; he did not work over hours. But, strange to say, the work went on, as the workman had promised. No nine men could have done more or could have done it better. It was harvest time when Odin came; the time when Frey, the god of the fields and of all that grows, glides around among his children and covers them over, or gathers in their wealth and beauty. Like the kind, loving father he is, he whispers to them now of Njord who so soon will come, sweeping across the earth, breathing his cold freezing breath upon all the world, and covering it over with the cold white sheet that kills the flowers and the fruits. He teaches his children to curl themselves up beneath the earth until the cruel Njord is gone. For Njord seeks to kill the tiny leaves and buds, and shrivel the radiant flowers, that, through all the long warm summer days, have lifted their faces so brightly to their good friend, the Sun-god. Perhaps it was because Frey and Odin worked together that there were such rare crops, and that the harvesting went on so smoothly. Certain it was that all the fields were cleared, the cellars were filled, and all was ready for the long, cold months to come, when cruel Njord was king. Even Bauge was in good humor. "You are indeed a wonderful workman," he said to Odin, as the last cellar was fastened and he sat down to rest.