Fourteen: PreparationsGymiran the blood thirsty earth giant was gone from my sight, swallowed whole by the great vines that exploded straight into the sky. I watched as the massive plant climbed higher and higher, endlessly upward.
“What did you do?” asked Father in astonishment.
“I found the acorn that Odin had given to me before we left to visit the clans. I planted it and the rains came. Just as Odin promised.” I was in such awe at what was in front of me that my hands shook uncontrollably.
“A seed of Yggdrasil? By the gods,” remarked Ulf. “But where do the vines venture to?” I shrugged my shoulders and leaned back to see the top of the vines still stretching skyward.
“I do not know, Ulf. Valhalla, perhaps.” All the men turned to look at me and I gazed back in return. “What is it, b
