Perhaps this is what I was missing. Perhaps I belong here after all. . . .
One day, I flew into Asgard from one of my jaunts in hawk Aspect and saw my sons, aged seven or eight, playing on the battlements. And just for a moment, I almost felt . . .
Yes. I almost felt happy.
I should have known there was something wrong. Face it, it wasn’t natural. But after years of trying, at last Odin had corrupted me. No, it wasn’t love, of course, but it was a kind of contentment. Suddenly I wasn’t alone. Suddenly I had people. And suddenly the End of the Worlds couldn’t be too far away, as I looked at my sons from afar and thought: Perhaps this is what I was missing. Perhaps I belong here after all. . . .
