Year of publication: 1983
Sequence of author: Time patrol(№7)
The Sorrow of Odin the Goth
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The Sorrow of Odin the Goth by Poul Anderson “Then I heard a voice in the world: ‘O woe for the broken troth, And the heavy Need of the Niblungs, and the Sorrow of Odin the Goth!’ ” —William Morris, Sigurd the Volsung 372 Wind gusted out of twilight as the door opened. Fires burning down the length of the hall flared in their trenches; flames wavered and streamed from stone lamps; smoke roiled bitter back from the roof-holes that should have let it out. The sudden brightness gleamed off spearheads, ax-heads, swordguards, shield bosses, where weapons rested near the entry. Men, crowding the great room, grew still and watchful, as did the women who had been bringing them horns of ale. It was the gods carved on the pillars that seemed to move amidst unrestful shadows, one-handed Father Tiwaz, Donar of the Ax, the Twin Horsemen—they, and the beasts and heroes and entwining branches graven into the wainscot. Whoo-oo said the wind, a noise...