Eric Flint - Pyramid Power

Loki and his soldiers returned, laughing, with a sword. "With this, Frey can stand against Muspellheim," said Loki. "And is Surt going to be surprised… Hello." He pointed out to sea. "Look. Here is trouble. To arms!"

Liz looked, cheered and hugged the first person available, who happened to be Loki.

"Hold yourself back, wench," he said cheerfully. "Sigyn doesn't like it."

"She'll like this. We just got allies. Our friends."

Cruz was prepared for the cheering. What he wasn't ready for was the small dark tousle-haired boy running into him so hard that he nearly knocked him off his feet, while yelling "Papa!" and hugging as much of him as he could hold.

"I said you'd come," said Tolly thickly, from the shelter of Cruz's arms.

"Yep. I've come to take you all home."

Jerry and Lamont looked at each other.

Jerry shook his head. So did Lamont. "The kids go home. But we can't."

Lamont nodded. "You can't take me, Lord, because I can't go. I owe my soul to the company store. Come, let's explain this, while we feed everyone."

"Oh, good," said Bitar. He prodded the trussed Sigurd with his tail. "Can we start with him?"

Liz looked at the trussed victim. "Sigurd," she said. Then she turned to the two dragons. "Boys, I have a girl that wants to meet you. Only she's a bit shy so you must promise that you'll be nice to her. Her name is Jormungand, and she's sweet."

"We met her. She's gorgeous," said Bitar, eagerly.

"But we can't talk to her," said Smitar.

"Don't be so shy," said Liz, amused. "She's dying to make your acquaintance properly. Just relax."

"She just doesn't speak our language," explained Bitar.

"And what do we talk to her about?" asked Smitar. "Is she interested in sports?"

"She's into literature," said Liz and had the rare joy of seeing two dragons say "Oh, help," simultaneously.

In the meanwhile Loki had wandered over to Sigurd. "And how is Fafnir's hoard?" he asked. "You know I won it originally from a river just near here. In those days it belonged to Andvari the dwarf." He looked at Sigurd's hand. "It seems that one part of it just came back to me."

The mead of inspiration, for all its unpleasant origins and its tendency to make one speak in verse, had one upside. It helped one link things together. Jerry turned to Sigyn as Loki bent over the unfortunate Sigurd. "Lady Sigyn, you said that you've known Loki forever."

"Close to," she said with a smile. "Of course we have only been married for a small part of that time."

"Did Loki's luck ever seem to change dramatically?"

Sigyn raised her eyebrows. "I suppose so. He was always lucky. But in the early days, if he threw a stone in a pool he'd hit a salmon. He was fun in those days. He laughs less now than he did."

"Lamont," said Jerry urgently. "Do you remember hearing in any of those sagas and skaldic verses you got Jormungand to read for you, any mention of Andvari's ring?"

Lamont blinked. "Sure. Reginsmal. When Andvari had to hand over the ring because Loki insisted, he cursed it."

"He said 'No one wins joy with my wealth,'?" said Thrud.

Jerry cleared his throat. "Loki. Leave it." Loki was in the act of taking the ring from Sigurd's hand.

"But it is a fine piece of work," said Loki. "And it was mine once before, before we had to pay it over as part of the blood-price for Otr, that I killed in error."

"It is cursed. And in this Ur-universe the curse works-and it doesn't go away, just because the ring passed from your hands."

"But Odin bade me take it from Andvari… oh."

Loki stood as if frozen. Then he started to swear. He swore for a full three minutes.

At last he stopped, took a deep breath, leaned over and took the ring. "I might as well have it. Since I have the curse anyway."

"I think I might just have an answer," said Jerry.

"What? It won't help to destroy it, although doing that will stop the curse being passed on."

"You could give it back," said Jerry. "Give it to Andvari. Then he would either have to lift the curse, or be cursed himself. And while undoing the magic of another is difficult, undoing your own is easy."

Loki grinned wickedly. "Let's give him back his curse, then. Ran dear, can I borrow your net again?"

"Millions of people on Earth will thank you, Loki. You've just spared them from the dreaded Nibelungenlied."

Jerry felt that it was a good thing that he had the Mead of Inspiration that enabled him to speak so persuasively that no one could resist. Getting Bes, Throttler and Cruz to go home was taking all the skill that he could muster.

The dragons were a lost cause. Bitar and Smitar were bitten and smitten with love. Or lust, at least, and now they were armed with a translation spell. They were badly enough bitten to be trying their claws at poetry. And, to prove that love is blind, or at least severely shortsighted, Jormungand, who poured scorn on most of the finest skaldic verse, was encouraging them.

So Cruz and Tolly, Ty and Ella were headed home.

"I'll be back with reinforcements. We're searching for snatchees, actually. But we can't do that properly if there's a war that will destroy everything and everyone."

Jerry refrained from pointing out that, from what he could establish, Norse Ur-Mythworld time ran at least five times as fast as it did back in the U.S. By the time the reinforcements arrived they'd be inside Asgard, if the plan he had kept close to his chest worked.

Lamont had had-and lost-a fight with Emmitt about going home. "Marie is not here to keep him on the rails," said the boy, stubbornly. "And we need Thor to win."

It was impossible to deny either of those points, or that Emmitt spending his time with Thor was anything but good for both of them. The boy was becoming very knowledgeable about tea, and how to split your enemy's skull with a two-handed axe.

The Krim device detected the loss in life-energy, again. It had a better grasp on what was happening now. It had not known that it was possible to manipulate the vibrations and energy of Ur-universe like that. For now it would seal off the energy level. Later… the mathematics was complex, but it might have a way to use Ur-myth creatures as footsoldiers back in their world.

Eric Flint Dave Freer

Pyramid Power

Hugin cocked his head at the prisoner Sigurd. They had no reason to hold Sigurd now, but one might say that he was in protective custody. The dragons had all threatened to eat him on sight. Hugin poked his beak at him. "I thought Odin had sent you to fetch Brynhild?"

"I did," said Sigurd morosely. "I passed through the ring of fire on the mountaintop and woke the black-skinned Brynhild from her enchanted sleep."

"You did what?" said Lamont, scattering jelly beans.

"Bitar and Smitar will take you to this flame-walled place. They'll have to stay high up to keep off the fire, but I should be able to lower you safely," said Liz.

It was a measure of Lamont's state of mind that he did not even question the strength of Liz's homemade mountaineering equipment. Jerry thought the link and plate arrangement very frail.

"Getting you out without a winch is going to be a bit trickier, but if you get a bit of height…"

"I'll work it out," said Lamont. "Let's go."

So off they went, as the equipment for the attack on Asgard was loaded into Naglfar.

"Thor," said Marie.

"Thor?" said Brynhild.

"Thor?" said Sigfrida.

Marie wished like hell that they wouldn't repeat everything she said. But the blond bimbos from Asgard weren't exactly original thinkers.

"Yes. Thor. He's a better bet than some so-called hero. He needs people in that place of his. And he's a decent enough man. Or god, I suppose."

"Well, yes. Except when he's drinking," said Brynhild.