Tales The Gods And The Wolf

Among the AEsir, or gods, is reckoned one named Loki or Loptur. By many

he is called the reviler of the gods, the author of all fraud and

mischief, and the shame of gods and men alike. He is the son of the

giant Farbauti, his mother being Laufey or Nal, and his brothers Byleist

and Helblindi. He is of a goodly appearance and elegant form, but his

mood is changeable, and he is inclined to all wickedness. In cunning and

perfidy he excels every one, and many a time has he placed the gods in

great danger, and often has he saved them again by his cunning. He has a

wife named Siguna, and their son is called Nari.

Loki had three children by Angurbodi, a giantess of Jotunheim (the

giants' home). The first of these was Fenris, the wolf; the second was

Joermungand, the Midgard serpent; and the third was Hela, death. Very

soon did the gods become aware of this evil progeny which was being

reared in Jotunheim, and by divination they discovered that they must

receive great injury from them. That they had such a mother spoke bad

for them, but their coming of such a sire was a still worse presage.

All-father therefore despatched certain of the gods to bring the

children to him, and when they were brought before him he cast the

serpent down into the ocean which surrounds the world. There the monster

waxed so large that he wound himself round the whole globe, and that

with such ease that he can with his mouth lay hold of his tail. Hela

All-father cast into Niflheim, where she rules over nine worlds. Into

these she distributes all those who are sent to her,--that is to say,

all who die through sickness or old age. She has there an abode with

very thick walls, and fenced with strong gates. Her hall is Elvidnir;

her table is Hunger; her knife, Starvation; her man-servant, Delay; her

maid-servant, Sloth; her threshold, Precipice; her bed, Care; and her

curtains, Anguish of Soul. The one half of her body is livid, the other

half is flesh-colour. She has a terrible look, so that she can be easily


As to the wolf, Fenris, the gods let him grow up among themselves, Tyr

being the only one of them who dare give him his food. When, however,

they perceived how he every day increased prodigiously in size, and that

the oracles warned them that he would one day prove fatal to them, they

determined to make very strong iron fetters for him which they called

Loeding. These they presented to the wolf, and desired him to put them

on to show his strength by endeavouring to break them. The wolf saw that

it would not be difficult for him to burst them, so he let the gods put

the fetters on him, then violently stretching himself he broke the

fetters asunder, and set himself free.

Having seen this, the gods went to work, and prepared a second set of

fetters, called Dromi, half as strong again as the former, and these

they persuaded the wolf to put on, assuring him that if he broke them he

would then furnish them with an undeniable proof of his power. The wolf

saw well enough that it would not be easy to break this set, but he

considered that he had himself increased in strength since he broke the

others, and he knew that without running some risk he could never become

celebrated. He therefore allowed the gods to place the fetters on him.

Then Fenris shook himself, stretched his limbs, rolled on the ground,

and at length burst the fetters, which he made fly in all directions.

Thus did he free himself the second time from his chains, and from this

has arisen the saying, "To get free from Loeding, or to burst from

Dromi," meaning to perform something by strong exertion.

The gods now despaired of ever being able to secure the wolf with any

chain of their own making. All-father, however, sent Skirnir, the

messenger of the god Frey, into the country of the Black Elves, to the

dwarfs, to ask them to make a chain to bind Fenris with. This chain was

composed of six things--the noise made by the fall of a cat's foot, the

hair of a woman's beard, the roots of stones, the nerves of bears, the

breath of fish, and the spittle of birds.

The fetters were as smooth and as soft as silk, and yet, as you will

presently see, of great strength. The gods were very thankful for them

when they were brought to them, and returned many thanks to him who

brought them. Then they took the wolf with them on to the island Lyngvi,

which is in the lake Amsvartnir, and there they showed him the chain,

desiring him to try his strength in breaking it. At the same time they

told him that it was a good deal stronger than it looked. They took it

in their own hands and pulled at it, attempting in vain to break it, and

then they said to Fenris--

"No one else but you, Fenris, can break it."

"I don't see," replied the wolf, "that I shall gain any glory by

breaking such a slight string, but if any artifice has been employed in

the making of it, you may be sure, though it looks so fragile, it shall

never touch foot of mine."

The gods told him he would easily break so slight a bandage, since he

had already broken asunder shackles of iron of the most solid make.

"But," said they, "if you should not be able to break the chain, you are

too feeble to cause us any anxiety, and we shall not hesitate to loose

you again."

"I very much fear," replied the wolf, "that if you once tie me up so

fast that I cannot release myself, you will be in no haste to unloose

me. I am, therefore, unwilling to have this cord wound around me; but to

show you I am no coward, I will agree to it, but one of you must put his

hand in my mouth, as a pledge that you intend me no deceit."

The gods looked on one another wistfully, for they found themselves in

an embarrassing position.

Then Tyr stepped forward and bravely put his right hand in the monster's

mouth. The gods then tied up the wolf, who forcibly stretched himself,

as he had formerly done, and exerted all his powers to disengage

himself; but the more efforts he made the tighter he drew the chain

about him, and then all the gods, except Tyr, who lost his hand, burst

out into laughter at the sight. Seeing that he was so fast tied that he

would never be able to get loose again, they took one end of the chain,

which was called Gelgja, and having drilled a hole for it, drew it

through the middle of a large broad rock, which they sank very deep in

the earth. Afterwards, to make all still more secure, they tied the end

of the chain, which came through the rock to a great stone called

Keviti, which they sank still deeper. The wolf used his utmost power to

free himself, and, opening his mouth, tried to bite them. When the gods

saw that they took a sword and thrust it into his mouth, so that it

entered his under jaw right up to the hilt, and the point reached his

palate. He howled in the most terrible manner, and since then the foam

has poured from his mouth in such abundance that it forms the river

called Von. So the wolf must remain until Ragnaroek.

Such a wicked race has Loki begot. The gods would not put the wolf to

death because they respected the sanctity of the place, which forbade

blood being shed there.

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