…“I know where the Wild Wood comes from.”
“Wodin, or Odin, or Wotan…”
“Wild Wodin, is Myrddin Wyllt! …The High One… So, just how wild is Odin?”
“Wild enough to steal back the mead of inspiration from the Jotunn.”
“That’s pretty wild, how did he do that?”
“By assuming a disguise.”
“What kind of disguise?”
“He pretended he was a giant himself.”
“Oh, Lordy.” …
… Odin called himself, ‘The Evil One’.
All the Jotunn have those sort of names… ‘Death by Envy’, ‘Judgements Thrall’, ‘Bluff’ and ‘Bluster’ etc.
Still, as the God of Gods you would want to outdo all that, so, the Evil One, is pretty much the last word in giant names…
He set off in giant form for the farm of the mead-keeper’s brother.
Thor would have just gone straight to the mountain and the mead-keeper himself but Odin, he is all about turning brother against brother.
Wily you see…wild and wily, probably the same word and only a wise god would know that…anyway, the mead-keeper’s brother has nine human thralls working his farm and when the Evil One strolls onto the land and takes a look around he immediately sees his chance.
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