GAINST the time when the riders of Muspelheim,
with the Giants and the evil powers of the
Under-world, would bring on battle, Odin All-Father
was preparing a host of defenders for
Asgard. They were not of the Æsir nor of the
Vanir; they were of the race of mortal men,
heroes chosen from amongst the slain on fields of battle in
To choose the heroes, and to give victory to those whom he
willed to have victory, Odin had battle-maidens that went to
the fields of war. Beautiful were those battle-maidens and fear-
 less; wise were they also, for to them Odin showed the Runes of
Wisdom. Valkyries, Choosers of the Slain, they were named.
Those who were chosen on the fields of the slain were called in
Asgard the Einherjar. For them Odin made ready a great Hall.
Valhalla, the Hall of the Slain, it was called. Five hundred
and forty doors had Valhalla, and out of each door eight hundred
Champions might pass. Every day the Champions put on their
armour and took their weapons down from the walls, and went
forth and battled with each other. All who were wounded
were made whole again, and in peace and goodly fellowship they
sat down to the feast that Odin prepared for them. Odin himself
sat with his Champions, drinking wine but eating no meat.
For meat the Champions ate the flesh of the boar SÆhrimnir;
every day the boar was killed and cooked, and every
morning it was whole again. For drink they had the mead that
was made from the milk of the goat Heidrun, the goat that
browsed on the leaves of the tree LÆradir. And the Valkyries,
the wise and fearless battle-maidens, went amongst them, filling
up the drinking-horns with the heady mead.
Youngest of all the battle-maidens was Brynhild. Nevertheless,
to her Odin All-Father had shown more of the Runes of Wisdom
than he had shown to any of her sisters. And when the time
came for Brynhild to journey down into Midgard he gave her a
swan-feather dress such as he had given before to the three
Valkyrie sisters—Alvit, Olrun, and Hladgrun.
In the dazzling plumage of a swan the young battle-maiden flew
 down from Asgard. Not yet had she to go to the battle-fields.
Waters drew her, and as she waited on the will of the All-Father
she sought out a lake that had golden sands for its shore, and as
a maiden bathed in it.
Now there dwelt near this lake a young hero whose name was
Agnar. And one day as Agnar lay by the lake he saw a swan
with dazzling plumage fly down to it. And while she was in the
reeds the swan-feather dress slipped off her, and Agnar beheld
the swan change to a maiden.
So bright was her hair, so strong and swift were all her
movements, that he knew her for one of Odin's battle-maidens; for
one of those who give victory and choose the slain. Very daring
was Agnar, and he set his mind upon capturing this battle-maiden
even though he should bring on himself the wrath of
Odin by doing it.
He hid the swan-feather dress that she had left in the reeds.
When she came out of the water she might not fly away.
Agnar gave back to her the swan-feather dress, but she had to
promise that she would be his battle-maiden.
And as they talked together the young Valkyrie saw in him a
hero that one from Asgard might help. Very brave and very
noble was Agnar. Brynhild went with him as his battle-maiden,
and she told him much from the Runes of Wisdom that she knew,
and she showed him that the All-Father's last hope was in the
bravery of the heroes of the earth; with the Chosen from the Slain
for his Champions he would make battle in defence of Asgard.
 Always Brynhild was with Agnar's battalions; above the battles
she hovered, her bright hair and flashing battle-dress out-shining
the spears and swords and shields of the warriors.
But the grey-beard King Helmgunnar made war on the young
Agnar. Odin favoured the grey-beard King, and to him he
promised the victory. Brynhild knew the will of the All-Father.
But to Agnar, not to Helmgunnar, she gave the victory.
Doomed was Brynhild on the instant she went against Odin's
will. Never again might she come into Asgard. A mortal woman
she was now, and the Norns began to spin the thread of her
Sorrowful was Odin All-Father that the wisest of his battle-maidens
might never appear in Asgard nor walk by the benches
at the feasts of his Champions in Valhalla. He rode down on
Sleipner to where Brynhild was. And when he came before her it
was his, and not her head that was bowed down.
For she knew now that the world of men was paying a bitter
price for the strength that Asgard would have in the last battle.
The bravest and the noblest were being taken from Midgard to
fill up the ranks of Odin's champions. And Brynhild's heart
was full of anger against the rulers of Asgard, and she cared
no more to be of them.
Odin looked on his unflinching battle-maiden, and he said,
"Is there aught thou wouldst have me bestow on thee in thy
mortal life, Brynhild?"
"Naught save this," Brynhild answered, "that in my mortal
 life no one but a man without fear, the bravest hero in the world,
may claim me for wife."
All-Father bowed his head in thought. " It shall be as thou hast
asked," he said. "Only he who is without fear shall come near
Then on the top of the mountain that is called Hindfell he
had a Hall built that faced the south. Ten Dwarfs built it of
black stone. And when the Hall was built he put round it a
wall of mounting and circling fire.
More did Odin All-Father: he took a thorn of the Tree of
Sleep and he put it into the flesh of the battle-maiden. Then,
with her helmet on her head and the breast-mail of the Valkyrie
upon her, he lifted Brynhild in his arms and he carried her through
the wall of mounting and circling fire. He laid her upon the
couch that was within the Hall. There she would lie in slumber
until the hero who was without fear should ride through the
flame and waken her to the life of a mortal woman.
He took farewell of her and he rode back to Asgard on Sleipner.
He might not foresee what fate would be hers as a mortal
woman. But the fire he had left went mounting and circling
around the Hall that the Dwarfs had built. For ages that fire
would be a fence around where Brynhild, once a Valkyrie, lay
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