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Title: Old Norse stories
Year: 1900 (1900s)
Authors: Bradish, Sarah Powers
Subjects: Mythology, Norse
Publisher: New York : American Book Co.
Contributing Library: Information and Library Science Library, University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill
Digitizing Sponsor: University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill

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busy during the summer months.He looked after the sunshine and the warm show-ers. Sometimes he helped his father direct thegentle winds. But, when the sunshine went away,Freys work went away too. The dark northernwinter seemed very long to the young god. One day, when wandering about the city ofAsgard, he came to the foot of Odins lofty throne,Hlidskialf. No one ever ascended this throne,except the All-father and his wife Frigga. But thegods all knew that the whole world could be seenfrom its summit. Frey wanted to see the wholeworld. So he began to climb the steps. No onesaw him, and he soon came to the top. He satdown on Odins seat, and looked toward the north.He saw a maiden standing in the doorway ofher fathers castle. She was the most beautifulmaiden in the world. She was Gerda, daughter ofGymir, the frost giant. When she raised her handto open the door, many-colored lights blazed in thenorthern sky, and shot out toward the southernheavens. Frey longed to win Gerda for his bride.
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Frey and his Steed, Golden-bristle. ^tsSL^ 20 But he knew that her father, Gymir, would neverconsent to their marriage, because Gymir wascousin to Thiassi, the storm giant, whom the godshad killed in Asgard. Slowly and sadly Frey left Hlidskialf. He walkedup and down the city streets as usual; but he wassilent, and never joined in the sports of the younggods. At the feasts his cup of sparkling mead wasleft untasted. No one could find out any reasonfor his strange conduct. His father, Njord, wasgreatly alarmed, and sent for his mother, Skadi, whowas then at their winter home in Thrymheim. III. HOW SKADI HELPED HER SON Skadi came at once. She, too, was greatly con-cerned about her son. She knew there must besome trouble; but he refused to tell his motherwhat it was that made him so miserable. One day Skadi called Skirnir, their most trustedservant. She said : Skirnir, you played with Freyin childhood; you were his friend in youth; youhave served him faithfully in manhood. He trustsyou.oldnorsestories00brad

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