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"
Valhalla
is
the
abode
of
the
blest
,
"
I
asserted
.
"
For
look
you
,
who
cares
for
flowers
where
flowers
always
are
?
in
my
country
,
after
the
iron
winter
breaks
and
the
sun
drives
away
the
long
night
,
the
first
blossoms
twinkling
on
the
melting
ice-edge
are
things
of
joy
,
and
we
look
,
and
look
again
.
"
And
fire
!
"
I
cried
out
.
"
Great
glorious
fire
!
A
fine
heaven
yours
where
a
man
can
not
properly
esteem
a
roaring
fire
under
a
tight
roof
with
wind
and
snow
a-drive
outside
.
"
"
A
simple
folk
,
you
,
"
she
was
back
at
me
.
"
You
build
a
roof
and
a
fire
in
a
snowbank
and
call
it
heaven
.
In
my
heaven
we
do
not
have
to
escape
the
wind
and
snow
.
"
"
No
,
"
I
objected
.
"
We
build
roof
and
fire
to
go
forth
from
into
the
frost
and
storm
and
to
return
to
from
the
frost
and
storm
.
Man
's
life
is
fashioned
for
battle
with
frost
and
storm
.
His
very
fire
and
roof
he
makes
by
his
battling
.
I
know
.
For
three
years
,
once
,
I
knew
never
roof
nor
fire
.
I
was
sixteen
,
and
a
man
,
ere
ever
I
wore
woven
cloth
on
my
body
.
I
was
birthed
in
storm
,
after
battle
,
and
my
swaddling
cloth
was
a
wolfskin
.
Look
at
me
and
see
what
manner
of
man
lives
in
Valhalla
.
"
And
look
she
did
,
all
a-glamour
,
and
cried
out
:
"
You
great
,
yellow
giant-thing
of
a
man
!
"
Then
she
added
pensively
,
"
Almost
it
saddens
me
that
there
may
not
be
such
men
in
my
heaven
.
"
"
It
is
a
good
world
,
"
I
consoled
her
.
"
Good
is
the
plan
and
wide
.
There
is
room
for
many
heavens
.
It
would
seem
that
to
each
is
given
the
heaven
that
is
his
heart
's
desire
.
A
good
country
,
truly
,
there
beyond
the
grave
.
I
doubt
not
I
shall
leave
our
feast
halls
and
raid
your
coasts
of
sun
and
flowers
,
and
steal
you
away
.
My
mother
was
so
stolen
.
"
And
in
the
pause
I
looked
at
her
,
and
she
looked
at
me
,
and
dared
to
look
.
And
my
blood
ran
fire
.
By
Odin
,
this
was
a
woman
!
What
might
have
happened
I
know
not
,
for
Pilate
,
who
had
ceased
from
his
talk
with
Ambivius
and
for
some
time
had
sat
grinning
,
broke
the
pause
.
