[Inspired by the Eddic poem:]
Heerfather-in chains
Tortured by an unworthy king
Eight nights between two fires
A
boy feels sympathy for him
In exchange for a single drink
(The boy is granted knowledge of the worlds
His father ignorant to the
real nature of his binded guest
Knowledge of which will too late come to him)
Thor shall ever in Thruthheim dwell
Balders home
Breithablik is called
Himinbjorg residence of Heimdall
Vithi is Vidars landslayer of the wolf
Skoll and Hati the soon and moon
will devour
Thus bidding the will of Hrothvitnir
Ravens y forth memory and thought
Bring me news of what happens in the
world
Far famed fighters of old
Freki, Geri, who sit by me in my hall
Feast on my food, satisfy your lust
Wine is my food and
drinking alike, alas!
Valgrind stands, the Sacred Gate
And behind are the holy doors
Old is the gate but few there are
Who can
tell how it tightly is locked
Five hundred doors and forty there are
I wean, in Valhalls walls
Eight hundred fighters through one
door-fare
When to war with the Wolf they go
The best of trees, must Yggdrasil be
Skithblathnir best of boats
Of all the Gods
Othin is the greatest
And Sleipnir the best of steeds
Bifrost of bridges, Bragi of skalds
Hobrok of hawks and Garm of
hounds
Grim is my nae, wanderer am I
Ruler, Helmet-bearer, Hor the high one
A single name have I never had
Since first among
men I fared
Allfather, Valfather, Rider, Grimnir I am
Siegfather, Overthrower, the Hooded, Flaming-EyedKing Geiroth sat and had his
sword on his knee, half drawn from its sheath
But when he heard that Othin was come thither, then he rose up and sought to take Othin
from the fire
The sword slipped form his hand and fell with the hilt down
The king stumbled and fell forward, and the sword pierced
him through and slew him
Then Othin vanished, but the boy long ruled there as king