Fantasy fiction; Irish Americans -- Fiction; New York (N.Y.) -- Fiction
"But I'm not people," Thrud said. "I'm the daughter of Thor, the
granddaughter of Odin, and I tell you that Ragnarok means the complete
destruction of the universe. Only Lif and Lifthrasir will be left to
start a new world. But I will have to go to Gimli with my father and
the others, while Alviss will have to go to the Nida Mountains with the
rest of the dwarfs and I'll never see him again."
"And where will I go--no, don't answer that," Kevan added quickly. "My
goodness, this is a mess. You're sure this is the end of the world?"
"Positive," Thrud said. "And you caused it by giving Loki whatever it
was that you gave him. Without that, he would not have learned of the
evil of mortals and he'd still be chained.... I'm sorry, Kevan," she
added in a softer voice, "I know that you didn't realize what you were
doing."
"I'd heard a lot of criticism of television," muttered Kevan, "but I
never thought it was that bad. The destruction of the universe...."
* * * * *
The eight-legged horse galloped off the rainbow bridge and came to a
halt near the trunk of Yggdrasil, sniffing with disdain at the parked
jeep.
"Well," said Kevan with sudden energy, "we'll have to do something
about this. Don't you worry, my dear, Alviss and I will think of
something." He raised his voice. "Oh, you--whatever your name is!"
"Were you addressing me?" the serpent asked, raising its head from the
roots on which it gnawed. "Oh, it's you, old boy. I was just thinking
of that song I wanted to sing to you--"
"Not now," Kevan said hastily. "There's a lady present. Besides I want
you to do me a favor. Something called Ragnarok has started and I'm in
rather a hurry to stop it. I wonder if Miss Thrud might stay here with
you until I get back."
"Of course," said the serpent. "Glad to have her. As a matter of fact,
I have a song which might amuse her. I believe it's called Britannia
Waives the Rules. It's a jolly song--"
"Never mind," said Kevan. "Just see that nothing happens to her. I'll
be right back." He leaped from the back of the horse and climbed
quickly into the jeep.
"If you're thinking of stopping Ragnarok," called the serpent, "you
had better hurry, old chap. Surtr and his men will be coming along any
minute to join the battle and I'm very much afraid that Bifrost will
collapse beneath their weight."
"I'll hurry," promised Kevan. He waved to Thrud and started the jeep.
Within seconds, he had it traveling at top speed.
Alviss was still stirring his cauldron when Kevan MacGreene came
bursting back through the tunnel. "Oh, it's you," he said. "Where's
Thrud? Don't tell me you didn't get her!"
"I did and I didn't," panted Kevan. He quickly explained what had
happened, neglecting only to make it clear that the television set
had been entirely his own idea. The dwarf's face paled throughout the
recital.
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