ODIN GOES TO MIMIR'S WELL: HIS SACRIFICE FOR WISDOM
ND so Odin, no longer riding on Sleipner, his eight-legged
steed; no longer wearing his golden armor and his eagle
helmet, and without even his spear in his hand,
traveled through Midgard, the World of Men, and made
his way toward Jötunheim, the Realm of the Giants.
No longer was he called Odin All-Father, but Vegtam the
Wanderer. He wore a cloak of dark blue and he carried a
traveler's staff in his hands. And now, as he went
 Mimir's Well, which was near to Jötunheim,
he came upon a Giant riding on a great Stag.
Odin seemed a man to men and a giant to giants. He went
beside the Giant on the great Stag and the two talked
together. "Who art thou, O brother?" Odin asked the
"I am Vafthrudner, the wisest of the Giants," said the
one who was riding on the Stag. Odin knew him then.
Vafthrudner was indeed the wisest of the Giants, and
many who went to strive to gain wisdom from him. But
those who went to him had to answer the riddles
Vafthrudner asked, and if they failed to answer the
Giant took their heads off.
"I am Vegtam the Wanderer," Odin said, "and I know who
thou art, O Vafthrudner. I would strive to learn
something from thee."
The Giant laughed, showing his teeth. "Ho, ho," he
said, "I am ready for a game with thee. Dost thou know
the stakes? My head to thee if I cannot answer any
question thou wilt ask. And if thou canst not answer
any question that I may ask, then thy head goes to me.
Ho, ho, ho. And now let us begin."
"I am ready," Odin said.
"Then tell me," said Vafthrudner, "tell me the name of
the river that divides Asgard from Jötunheim?"
"Ifling is the name of that river," said Odin. "Ifling
that is dead cold, yet never frozen."
"Thou hast answered rightly, O Wanderer," said the
 "But thou hast still to answer other questions.
What are the names of the horses that Day and Night
drive across the sky?"
"Skinfaxe and Hrimfaxe," Odin answered. Vafthrudner was
startled to hear one say the names that were known only
to the Gods and to the wisest of the Giants. There was
only one question now that he might ask before it came
to the stranger's turn to ask him questions.
"Tell me, said Vafthrudner, "what is the name of the
plain on which the last battle will be fought?"
"The Plain of Vigard," said Odin, "the plain that is a
hundred miles long and a hundred miles across."
It was now Odin's turn to ask Vafthrudner questions.
"What will be the last words that Odin will whisper
into the ear of Baldur, his dear son?" he asked.
Very startled was the Giant Vafthrudner at that
question. He sprang to the ground and looked at the
"Only Odin knows what his last words to Baldur will
be," he said, "and only Odin would have asked that
question. Thou art Odin, O Wanderer, and thy question I
"Then," said Odin, "if thou wouldst keep thy head,
answer me this: what price will Mimir ask for a draught
from the Well of Wisdom that he guards?"
"He will ask thy right eye as a price, O Odin," said
"Will he ask no less a price than that?" said Odin.
"He will ask no less a price. Many have come to him for
 draught from the Well of Wisdom, but no one yet has
given the price Mimir asks. I have answered thy
question, O Odin. Now give up thy claim to my head and
let me go on my way."
"I give up my claim to thy head," said Odin. Then
Vafthrudner, the wisest of the Giants, went on his way,
riding on his great stag.
T was a terrible price that Mimir would ask for a
draught from the Well of Wisdom, and very troubled was
Odin All-Father when it was revealed to him. His right
eye! For all time to be without the sight of his right
eye! Almost he would have turned back to Asgard, giving
up his quest for wisdom.
He went on, turning neither to Asgard nor to Mimir's
Well. And when he went toward the South he saw
Muspelheim, where stood Surtur with the Flaming Sword,
a terrible figure, who would one day join the Giants in
their war against the Gods. And when he turned North he
heard the roaring of the cauldron Hvergelmer as it
poured itself out of Niflheim, the place of darkness
and dread. And Odin knew that the world must not be
left between Surtur, who would destroy it with fire,
and Niflheim, that would gather it back to Darkness and
Nothingness. He, the eldest of the Gods, would have to
win the wisdom that would help to save the world.
And so, with his face stern in front of his loss and
pain, Odin All-Father turned and went toward Mimir's
Well. It was under the great root of
Ygdrassil—the root that grew out of
Jötun-  heim. And there sat Mimir, the Guardian of
the Well of Wisdom, with his deep eyes bent upon the
deep water. And Mimir, who had drunk every day from the
Well of Wisdom, knew who it was that stood before him.
"Hail, Odin, Eldest of the Gods," he said.
Then Odin made reverence to Mimir, the wisest of the
world's beings. "I would drink from your well, Mimir,"
"There is a price to be paid. All who have come here to
drink have shrunk from paying that price. Will you,
Eldest of the Gods, pay it?"
"I will not shrink from the price that has to be paid,
Mimir," said Odin All-Father.
"Then drink," said Mimir. He filled up a great horn
with water from the well and gave it to Odin.
Odin took the horn in both his hands and drank and
drank. And as he drank all the future became clear to
him. He saw all the sorrows and troubles that would
fall upon Men and Gods. But he saw, too, why the
sorrows and troubles had to fall, and he saw how they
might be borne so that Gods and Men, by being noble in
the days of sorrow and trouble, would leave in the
world a force that one day, a day that was far off
indeed, would destroy the evil that brought terror and
sorrow and despair into the world.
The when he had drunk out of the great horn that Mimir
had given him, he put his hand to his face and he
plucked out his right eye. Terrible was the pain that
 endured. But he made no groan nor moan.
He bowed his head and put his cloak before his face, as
Mimir took the eye and let it sink deep, deep into the
water of the Well of Wisdom. And there the Eye of Odin
stayed, shining up through the water, a sign to all who
came to that place of the price that the Father of the
Gods had paid for his wisdom.