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blonde hair flying behind her like a banner. She swept her sword from its sheath and cried, “For Odin and Asgard!”
10. A ERIAL W ARFARE
The warrior woman rushed into the midst of the wolflings, brandishing her flashing blade.
Lewis realised, from his previous adventures among the Norse gods, that she must be one of the Valkyries, Odin’s personal guards.
The wolflings gave way before the fury of her assault, opening an aisle between her and Loki.
Astonishingly, his face broke into a beaming smile. “Sigurda – baby!” he exclaimed happily.
“Hold your tongue, base villain!” the warrior woman commanded. She strode up to him and pressed the point of her sword to Loki’s chest.
Loki raised his hands in surrender. “You’re looking good, sweetheart,” he said.
“Do not waste your honeyed words on me, trickster,” Sigurda answered through gritted teeth.
“Come on, sugar,” Loki coaxed, “don’t pretend you haven’t got feelings for me.”
“All you shall feel from me is my wrath,” Sigurda responded frostily. “That, and the keen edge of my blade.”
“Oh, don’t be like that,” Loki pleaded. “Remember how I always promised you I’d amount to something? Well, now I’m the boss of the whole show.”
Sigurda glanced around and curled her lip contemptuously. “You are a shabby clown presiding over a pauper’s court,” she sneered.
“Okay, it’s not much to look at right now,” Loki admitted, “but wait till I’ve had time to fix it up a bit.”
Sigurda transferred her attention to the prisoners. “Are you the Ringwearers?” she demanded.
In spite of her warlike manner, she seemed to be on their side, so Greg, Susie and Lewis all nodded and showed off their rings.
Turning back to Loki, Sigurda raised her sword point to his throat. “Bid your bestial guards withdraw,” she ordered, “else I shall separate your head from your shoulders.”
Loki sighed resignedly. “Better ease off, boys,” he told the wolflings.
As the guards backed away, Sigurda’s eye lighted on the crystal shard. She stiffened. “What vile mischief have you unleashed now?” she demanded of Loki. “That rock pulses with pure wickedness.”
“Don’t worry about it, sugar,” soothed Loki. “I’ve got everything under control.”
Lewis could tell Loki wasn’t as confident as he was trying to appear.
The Viking god’s jaw dropped as the crystal rose into the air and began to revolve. It grew larger and new facets spread across its face, throwing off glints of lurid light.
“You fool!” Sigurda raged at Loki. “This is beyond your control!”
Whipping away from Loki, she struck the crystal a resounding blow with her sword. The impact reverberated across the room like the clang of an enormous bell, but it appeared to have no effect on the shard. The crystal rose higher and spun more furiously, throwing off bolts of multicoloured lightning in all directions.
“Hit the deck!” cried Dave the Lobster, throwing himself flat.
A shrill whine ripped through the air. Streaks of energy played over the walls. Lewis flung himself to the floor as a spear of electricity sizzled past him, blasting the cycle helmet off the wall above his head.
The whine grew more piercing, driving the wolflings into a frenzy of terror. Dropping their swords, they clutched their ears and dived for cover under tables and chairs. Loki ducked behind his crudely painted throne as a bolt of energy smacked into the wall and set fire to one of the flags.
“Keep your head down, Spinny!” Greg cried as he and Susie crouched low to avoid the fireworks.
Unmoved by the chaos, Sigurda snatched Lewis to his feet and pointed to the open door with her sword. “Ringwearers,we must away!” she commanded. “I will act as rearguard.”
“Any place has got to be better than here,” said Susie.
Grabbing hold of Dave and Lewis, she and Greg made a dash for the door. Together they spilled into the hallway and pulled up short at the
10. A ERIAL W ARFARE
The warrior woman rushed into the midst of the wolflings, brandishing her flashing blade.
Lewis realised, from his previous adventures among the Norse gods, that she must be one of the Valkyries, Odin’s personal guards.
The wolflings gave way before the fury of her assault, opening an aisle between her and Loki.
Astonishingly, his face broke into a beaming smile. “Sigurda – baby!” he exclaimed happily.
“Hold your tongue, base villain!” the warrior woman commanded. She strode up to him and pressed the point of her sword to Loki’s chest.
Loki raised his hands in surrender. “You’re looking good, sweetheart,” he said.
“Do not waste your honeyed words on me, trickster,” Sigurda answered through gritted teeth.
“Come on, sugar,” Loki coaxed, “don’t pretend you haven’t got feelings for me.”
“All you shall feel from me is my wrath,” Sigurda responded frostily. “That, and the keen edge of my blade.”
“Oh, don’t be like that,” Loki pleaded. “Remember how I always promised you I’d amount to something? Well, now I’m the boss of the whole show.”
Sigurda glanced around and curled her lip contemptuously. “You are a shabby clown presiding over a pauper’s court,” she sneered.
“Okay, it’s not much to look at right now,” Loki admitted, “but wait till I’ve had time to fix it up a bit.”
Sigurda transferred her attention to the prisoners. “Are you the Ringwearers?” she demanded.
In spite of her warlike manner, she seemed to be on their side, so Greg, Susie and Lewis all nodded and showed off their rings.
Turning back to Loki, Sigurda raised her sword point to his throat. “Bid your bestial guards withdraw,” she ordered, “else I shall separate your head from your shoulders.”
Loki sighed resignedly. “Better ease off, boys,” he told the wolflings.
As the guards backed away, Sigurda’s eye lighted on the crystal shard. She stiffened. “What vile mischief have you unleashed now?” she demanded of Loki. “That rock pulses with pure wickedness.”
“Don’t worry about it, sugar,” soothed Loki. “I’ve got everything under control.”
Lewis could tell Loki wasn’t as confident as he was trying to appear.
The Viking god’s jaw dropped as the crystal rose into the air and began to revolve. It grew larger and new facets spread across its face, throwing off glints of lurid light.
“You fool!” Sigurda raged at Loki. “This is beyond your control!”
Whipping away from Loki, she struck the crystal a resounding blow with her sword. The impact reverberated across the room like the clang of an enormous bell, but it appeared to have no effect on the shard. The crystal rose higher and spun more furiously, throwing off bolts of multicoloured lightning in all directions.
“Hit the deck!” cried Dave the Lobster, throwing himself flat.
A shrill whine ripped through the air. Streaks of energy played over the walls. Lewis flung himself to the floor as a spear of electricity sizzled past him, blasting the cycle helmet off the wall above his head.
The whine grew more piercing, driving the wolflings into a frenzy of terror. Dropping their swords, they clutched their ears and dived for cover under tables and chairs. Loki ducked behind his crudely painted throne as a bolt of energy smacked into the wall and set fire to one of the flags.
“Keep your head down, Spinny!” Greg cried as he and Susie crouched low to avoid the fireworks.
Unmoved by the chaos, Sigurda snatched Lewis to his feet and pointed to the open door with her sword. “Ringwearers,we must away!” she commanded. “I will act as rearguard.”
“Any place has got to be better than here,” said Susie.
Grabbing hold of Dave and Lewis, she and Greg made a dash for the door. Together they spilled into the hallway and pulled up short at the
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