Chapter 40
Lifting her easily, he carried her gently outside the battlefield. The light escaping the cut on the side of his head had ceased to shine forth as the wound had already healed. He laid her carefully upon the grass beyond the dead. “Sif! Alas, she no longer breathes, and the light which flowed through her veins, shines no more. We are too late,” Thor said mournfully. Thor’s wife was striking, even now, though her smooth skin was pale and her lips were of bluish hue. Her silken hair blew slightly in the breeze. Her green cloak was stained dark in spots from the blue blood of giants. Her left hand still clutched the handle of a small war hammer which was held to a leather belt by steel rings. It was as if she would do battle even in death. Thor draped her torso with her cape as if
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