The children of Odin - Germanic Mythology

i88 CHILDREN OF ODIN
Msir and the Vanir might have become gloomy and stem from
thinking on the direful things that were arrayed against them.
Baldur was beautiful. So beautiful was he that all the white
blossoms on the earth were called by his name. Baldur was
happy. So happy was he that all the birds on the earth sang his
name. So just and so wise was Baldur that the judgement he
pronounced might never be altered. Nothing foul or unclean
had ever come near where he had his dwelling
'Tis Breidablik called,
Where Baldur the Fair
Hath built him a bower.
In the land where I know
Least loathliness lies.
Healing things were done in Baldur's Stead. Tyr's wrist was
healed of the wounds that Fenrir's fangs had made. And there
Frey's mind became less troubled with the foreboding that Loki
had filled it with when he railed at him about the bartering of
his sword.
Now after Fenrir had been bound to the rock in the far-away
island the .^sir and the Vanir knew a while of contentment.
They passed bright days in Baldur's Stead, listening to the birds
that made music there. And it was there that Bragi the Poet
wove into his never-ending story the tale of Thor's adventures
amongst the Giants.
But even into Baldur's Stead foreboding came. One day
little Hnossa, the child of Freya and the lost Odur, was brought