I was staring at the door, thinking about the brother who would not accept me, when Frigga touched my hand. "Do not worry about Vidarr, my dear. He has only recently thrown off the silence of his vow and he has plenty yet to say. Perhaps sometimes a little too much." I laughed softly with the goddess as she made a little fun of Odin's son. "Even if you do not have his adoration, you will have his loyalty or he will answer to the All-Father." Her words were firm, and I didn't miss the iron in her tone. Then she gave a final nod, as if that were the end of it. And who knows? It probably was.
Odin's word was law.
There was a short silence and then Freya spoke, the lines in her face deeper than ever. "Brynhildr, you must know you also have my fealty. What my father says is my law too, but at least I have the sense to know when something is right. This is the way it should be." She wasn't hiding her dislike of Vidarr's attitude.
"What do you mean?" I asked, frowning. My chest tightened. We'd never been the best of friends and I feared her next words would cut me to the quick.
But they didn't. "I can see with my own eyes that you have strength and power of your own. Even if Odin had not bestowed you with this power, you would still have achieved seniority within the Valkyrie army. I would have seen to it. You have acted above and beyond your duty ever since you arrived in our realm. You have courage and honor and perhaps that is what we need most in our leadership. We here all fear the prophecies. Some more than others," she said, her eyes traveling quickly over Fen, who merely looked on with interest, his face a practiced mask of neutrality. Freya inhaled and continued, "But I can see clearly now that perhaps a prophecy does not need to be cast in stone the moment it is uttered. That perhaps the words of a prophet from centuries past could either be wrong, or perhaps the prophecy itself can be changed by the actions of those involved."
There were nods from everyone except Fen, who held his neck iron-stiff, his muscles corded and tight. Then Freya took a step back, glancing at the Valkyrie who had stood silent by her side all this time. "I must return to my regiment and prepare them. In the meantime, I will leave Myst with you. She will assist in whatever way you require. And I assure you she is fully capable."
I looked at Myst, who smiled, her deep-blue eyes sparkling as she spoke softly. "I am most honored to serve you, Valkyrie Brynhildr." She inclined her head in a small bow. I did the same and welcomed her, all the while hoping Freya's assistant would prove her worth soon enough. I wasn't going to like being saddled with just another pretty face.
Freya continued. "I will return soon, but I will only bring the army when we know the time has come. I do not wish to tax the Asgard food stores more than necessary. I expect you will see a large enough turnout." She turned to Frigga, giving Odin's wife a low bow. "My lady, please let me know if there is anything you need. We have food, grain, and water that we can supply should you need it."
"Thank you, my dear. That is most comforting to know. I will send word should we need access to them, but I am hoping if anything, we will only rely on your food reserves for the war itself."
Freya straightened and inclined her head, her gaze sweeping over me. Her formality with Frigga made me imagine her saluting the goddess, but instead, she just disappeared into thin air.
I sighed. "Now, if only someone would give me a power like that."
"But you already have it, dear," said Frigga with a sneaky smile.
I frowned as my heartbeat quickened. "What do you mean?"
Frigga gave the spear a glance. "Gungnir. The spear is a way to open the Bifrost wherever you are."
Ice froze my veins as I processed her words. "Why did no one tell me?"
"Because no one knew you'd be able to access the power. Only those who have the blood of Odin in their veins can use the spear to move within the realms at will." She spoke gently, and I suspected she knew the depth of hurt still running through me.
"Oh," I said softly, then fell silent. The single syllable was all I was capable of as I processed the full reality of the spear I had in my possession. "You mean I could have saved Sigrun with it?"
Frigga curled an arm around my shoulders and squeezed slightly. Then she cupped my cheek and said, "No, my child. That would not have been possible. The poisoned arrow made certain she was doomed the moment it hit her. There was nothing you or anyone else could have done to save her." The goddess' words were gentle and soft, and I could do nothing else but listen to her.
I'd nodded and sniffed softly, glad I'd had her on my side ever since I'd arrived in Asgard. I barely paid attention as she went on to explain how the dwarfs had imbued a special magic into the golden spear that allowed it to collapse into a rod about a foot and a half in length. She demonstrated, giving the spear a shake in her hand that sent it singing as it slid down itself and became shorter and shorter. Then she handed Gungnir to me, laying it in my hand and closing my fingers over it.
The events of that night had had their effect, throwing the realm into a fury of training and preparation. The Vigrid plains were mapped and strategy already prepared, taking into account all the warriors at our disposal.
Whatever happened, there was no turning back now.
Now, as I hurried to the war room, Gungnir lay safely tucked into a holster at my back, hidden beneath my cloak, I threw off the memories and went straight to the largest table, on which were strewn a dozen different maps. I fiddled with the ties of my cloak, hesitant to throw it off before I got the fire going.
I was about to begin examining the maps when a scuffling at the door called my attention to the entrance to the room.
I gasped.
In the doorway stood Dvalinn, Prince of the Dark Elves, and his wife Sarah McLean.
With a soft cry, I hurried forward. At the same time, Sarah strode to me. When I reached her, I froze, for a moment unsure how to greet her. I'd instinctively gone to give her a hug, but then thought the better of it, what with her princely husband watching. Instead, she threw her arms around me and gave me tight squeeze. I hadn't expected that, but I wasn't complaining. A little show of affection was good every so often.
She let out a huge sigh and stared at my face. "Oh, Bryn, I'm so glad to see you." Her honey eyes shone in her face, her high cheekbones and dark hair now healthy and glossy. The last time I'd seen her, she'd been unwashed and in chains, a prisoner of the dwarf queen.
"Me too," I responded happily. "But what are you both doing here?" I asked, staring from Sarah to her dark, swarthy dwarf husband. His glamor was up, the human look strong enough, but I'd seen him in his true form and strangely enough, his features worked well for a dwarf.
Dvalinn bowed, his expression somber as he straightened and met my eyes. "We have come to swear our allegiance to Odin in this battle of Ragnarok. I have brought my army with me. We wish to fight at the All-Father's side." The prince looked fairly happy with himself. But the expression on my face ensured his enthusiasm and cheer quickly disappeared.
"What's wrong?" asked Sarah, coming closer to me.
I hesitated a moment, then met her eyes, realizing I still trusted her. It was her dwarf husband I wasn't one hundred percent sure of.
Talk about prejudice, Bryn.
In that fleeting second, I decided to tell her everything, then spent the next few minutes giving the couple a quick rundown of the events of the past week. I said little about Odin's strange ethereal prison, only that he was away for much of the time and I was taking care of things from the Asgard end. They were both suitably stunned. At least the worst part, the fact that the great war was upon us, was nothing new since they'd heard, and answered, the call of Gjallerhorn.
"Come, let's see what we can do about finding you two a place to sleep. After that, you can get something to eat." They both looked pleased, and I glanced at Dvalinn. "I'll send someone to help organize a place for your regiment to train. I assume you will be responsible for overseeing them?"
He inclined his head. "I am quite happy to defer to the exceptional training of your warriors. I am not unaware of the skill and tenacity of the average einherjar. Or Valkyrie, for that matter," he said pleasantly, and I stifled a self-recriminating snort. I needed to loosen up a little. At least Sarah had married the brother who didn't look like he was about to kill me.
I nodded pleasantly at his compliment. "How is your brother?" I asked, wanting to ensure I was polite, although I was sure I couldn't care less.
"He remained behind to oversee the production of weapons. Whom do I speak to in order to ascertain what weaponry your armies require? I am happy to supply whatever Asgard needs." Now I was impressed.
I cleared my throat. "Thank you. That is really generous of you. I think you can speak to Fenrir regarding the weapons required. He'll have a better idea of our stocks and what needs replenishing." Dvalinn glanced at his wife, seemingly pleased that his offer had been graciously accepted. "Right, let's get you two a room."
Sarah fell in beside me as I headed for the door. She linked her arm with mine as we hurried down the passage to the service room. Unfortunately, despite my new half-god status, I was still unable to summon a Huldra with my mind, so it meant a physical trip to the service room beside the kitchens to ask for quarters to be made up for our dwarf royalty. Fortunately, it took mere seconds and a cheerful Huldra appeared to beckon them away, her fox tail skimming the floor as she guided them out the door.