serve humanity, but serve spiritual superstition and a lifetime of slavery. They are primitive, still. They were free and through religious wars became enslaved rather than die. Raven would rather die than be enslaved.”
He reaches across to rub my thigh, “Never forget you are harii. Never give in, never give up, and never ever give your enemies your devotion. Mankind has been a slave for so long they no longer see the cage. It's unnatural to rise in the dark of winter to go to an office to breathe collective lurgy, to abandon children to strangers to teach and daycare, just for coin. Hibernation is natural. There is a season for work and a season for rest, now mankind never knows rest.”
Desperate to veer off this controversial topic I cover the hand on my thigh, loving the way it completely diverts his attention, “Sing me one more.”
He stares at my hand for an eternity, finally raising it up and kissing the back of it, “Your wish, how can I resist?”
Lifting the instrument back onto his lap, he smiles at me as if he has a secret, “Pay attention, this is how Odin lost his eye, the real story not the bullshit one.”
The tune Macala plays is woeful, sad, and melancholy. It fills my bones with intrepid truth.
“At the roots of mighty Yddragsil where sky and ocean meet
Raven told Odin of the hidden well of foresight's greet
The fountain's treasure was guarded well by giant Mimer
Odin could not rest until wisdom's font was his to savor
Sipping wisdom every morning giant Mimer was wisest of all
Odin loathed his adversary should own the drink of his thrall
Staff in hand, broad hat on his head, Odin wore a striped cloak
Sneaking to the grotto in night's cover to beg a drink as if lost and broke
Mimer's beard was white with age, nodding off often did this sage
Odin jolted the man awake, demanding a sip for thirst's slake
Too wise to be fooled by Odin's disguise, the master of Æsir then offered coin
Barter ensued as Father Odin's lust to know all consumed even his loin
Mimer's anger rose high, the giants came first before the gods ran riot
The only creatures in space was a precious thing before Odin's chariot
The well held their wisdom from every age, a treasure surpassing lord Odin
Father Odin caved, offering an eye for a drink of wisdom to Giöll's brim
Sacrificing noble beauty Odin left a foreseeing eye in the well's deep, and his drink did take
This hour is the beginning of trouble between your race and mine, Mimer did state
Odin's fiery eye twinkled in the depths like a star at dark night
The ever wise lord of Asgard drank the Giant's wisdom and might
In the bright light of Midgard's morning Mimer drank from his well of treasure
In the bargain he lost nothing and gained Odin's foresight forever.”
Vacant and in a mental realm long forgotten, I cannot find the strength to speak. I am spellbound, my tongue mute, my body once again weak.
Emotions curdle my heart and I know this truth resonates with me. I know now I am a raven. I am angry with Odin, saddened by his greed, and finally understand how much thought Macala puts into his words. He doesn't speak to listen to the rapture of his voice, he speaks to my heart so I'll pay heed to the wisdom of his guidance.
Odin owned the light and then bargained for the treasure of the ancients so no one could best him. He had too much power, and in the birth of too much power a tyrant is created. Some will sing his praises, others will remember his greed.
“Why...” I clear my throat and try again, so sleepy. “Why did he kill Skadi's father?”
“ Fate. It was meant to be so she'd marry the giant Ægir and one day end up being Odin's wife. She's so important because alone she took up arms and marched to the hall of the gods, single-handedly challenging them for killing her father. They chose to compensate her by allowing her to choose one of them to wed, instead of sanctioning more bloodshed.”
“ Low blow. That's a
He reaches across to rub my thigh, “Never forget you are harii. Never give in, never give up, and never ever give your enemies your devotion. Mankind has been a slave for so long they no longer see the cage. It's unnatural to rise in the dark of winter to go to an office to breathe collective lurgy, to abandon children to strangers to teach and daycare, just for coin. Hibernation is natural. There is a season for work and a season for rest, now mankind never knows rest.”
Desperate to veer off this controversial topic I cover the hand on my thigh, loving the way it completely diverts his attention, “Sing me one more.”
He stares at my hand for an eternity, finally raising it up and kissing the back of it, “Your wish, how can I resist?”
Lifting the instrument back onto his lap, he smiles at me as if he has a secret, “Pay attention, this is how Odin lost his eye, the real story not the bullshit one.”
The tune Macala plays is woeful, sad, and melancholy. It fills my bones with intrepid truth.
“At the roots of mighty Yddragsil where sky and ocean meet
Raven told Odin of the hidden well of foresight's greet
The fountain's treasure was guarded well by giant Mimer
Odin could not rest until wisdom's font was his to savor
Sipping wisdom every morning giant Mimer was wisest of all
Odin loathed his adversary should own the drink of his thrall
Staff in hand, broad hat on his head, Odin wore a striped cloak
Sneaking to the grotto in night's cover to beg a drink as if lost and broke
Mimer's beard was white with age, nodding off often did this sage
Odin jolted the man awake, demanding a sip for thirst's slake
Too wise to be fooled by Odin's disguise, the master of Æsir then offered coin
Barter ensued as Father Odin's lust to know all consumed even his loin
Mimer's anger rose high, the giants came first before the gods ran riot
The only creatures in space was a precious thing before Odin's chariot
The well held their wisdom from every age, a treasure surpassing lord Odin
Father Odin caved, offering an eye for a drink of wisdom to Giöll's brim
Sacrificing noble beauty Odin left a foreseeing eye in the well's deep, and his drink did take
This hour is the beginning of trouble between your race and mine, Mimer did state
Odin's fiery eye twinkled in the depths like a star at dark night
The ever wise lord of Asgard drank the Giant's wisdom and might
In the bright light of Midgard's morning Mimer drank from his well of treasure
In the bargain he lost nothing and gained Odin's foresight forever.”
Vacant and in a mental realm long forgotten, I cannot find the strength to speak. I am spellbound, my tongue mute, my body once again weak.
Emotions curdle my heart and I know this truth resonates with me. I know now I am a raven. I am angry with Odin, saddened by his greed, and finally understand how much thought Macala puts into his words. He doesn't speak to listen to the rapture of his voice, he speaks to my heart so I'll pay heed to the wisdom of his guidance.
Odin owned the light and then bargained for the treasure of the ancients so no one could best him. He had too much power, and in the birth of too much power a tyrant is created. Some will sing his praises, others will remember his greed.
“Why...” I clear my throat and try again, so sleepy. “Why did he kill Skadi's father?”
“ Fate. It was meant to be so she'd marry the giant Ægir and one day end up being Odin's wife. She's so important because alone she took up arms and marched to the hall of the gods, single-handedly challenging them for killing her father. They chose to compensate her by allowing her to choose one of them to wed, instead of sanctioning more bloodshed.”
“ Low blow. That's a
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