By Chunky Tales, Ruth J. Morehead
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Said Freya. ’ Roskva and Alfi glanced at each other. The great horse shook his head and flicked his ears nervously. Alfi shrugged. ’ persisted Freya. Roskva slapped her. Freya stepped backwards, 30 clutching her stinging cheek. She wanted to slap her right back but something about Roskva’s stony face stopped her. ‘When Gods give orders we obey,’ said Roskva. ’ said Alfi. ‘Our parents have been dead for thousands of years. ’ But I do, thought Freya. ‘You know I can’t stay for long,’ said Freya.
Her parents had always warned her, don’t go anywhere with strangers. And yet she’d been swept off by the strangest strangers in the world. She turned and started re-tracing her steps downwards, trying to ignore the sickening way Bifrost swayed. ‘Hey! ’ shouted the boy-king. 22 She ignored him and started to run. The boy blocked her in a flash. One moment he was behind her, the next in front. ’ ‘I can! ’ said Freya. ‘Look down,’ said the boy. Freya glanced down for a moment, then wished she hadn’t.
There was a hushed silence. Freya felt the power of the place. ‘That’s where the great god Frey sat,’ said Alfi, pointing to the stone seat still decorated with the outline of a giant boar. ‘And that’s the All-Father’s High Seat. His wife Frigg sat beside him. Baldr the Fair and Heimdall over there. And the beautiful goddess Freyja, Frey’s sister, across from Woden and 44 his wife. Our Master Thor and his wife Sif sat here. ’ Freya walked to the pool and knelt down to peer into the inky depths.