The Fantasy Fan, March 1934: The Fans' Own Magazine — John Shaqi
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“I followed a woman,” Amra answered hazily. “We met Bragi’s men in the
plains. I know not how long we fought. I alone lived. I was dizzy and
faint. The land lay like a dream before me. Only now do all things seem
natural and familiar. The woman came and taunted me. She was beautiful
as a frozen flame from hell. When I looked at her I was as one mad, and
forgot all else in the world. I followed her. Did you not find her
tracks. Or the giants in icy mail I slew?”
Niord shook his head.
“We found only your tracks in the snow, Amra.”
“Then it may be I was mad,” said Amra dazedly. “Yet you yourself are no
more real to me than was the golden haired witch who fled naked across
the snows before me. Yet from my very hands she vanished in icy flame.”
“He is delirious,” whispered a warrior.
“Not so!” cried an older man, whose eyes were wild and weird. “It was
Atali, the daughter of Ymir, the frost-giant! To fields of the dead she
comes, and shows herself to the dying! Myself when a boy I saw her,
when I lay half-slain on the bloody field of Wolraven. I saw her walk
among the dead in the snows, her naked body gleaming like ivory and her
golden hair like a blinding flame in the moonlight. I lay and howled
like a dying dog because I could not crawl after her. She lures men
from stricken fields into the wastelands to be slain by her brothers,
the ice-giants, who lay men’s red hearts smoking on Ymir’s board. Amra
has seen Atali, the frost-giant’s daughter!”
“Bah!” grunted Horsa. “Old Gorm’s mind was turned in his youth by a
sword cut on the head. Amra was delirious with the fury of battle. Look
how his helmet is dinted. Any of those blows might have addled his
brain. It was an hallucination he followed into the wastes. He is from
the south; what does he know of Atali?”
“You speak truth, perhaps,” muttered Amra. “It was all strange and
weird—by Crom!”
He broke off, glaring at the object that still dangled from his
clenched left fist; the others gaped silently at the veil he held up—a
wisp of gossamer that was never spun by human distaff.
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FANTASY BOOK
by Lester Anderson
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