“Sleipnir — that’s our little friend’s name — is going to be very useful to him. He has his father’s powers and mine — the power to cross over land or sea; to travel with a foot in each World; to span the sky in a single step, faster than the Sun and Moon.”
As for Your Humble Narrator, it was some time before I returned to Asgard, and when I did, I was leading a colt — a rather unusual eight-legged colt of a fetching strawberry hue.
I blew a kiss at Heimdall as I approached the Rainbow Bridge.
The Watchman gave me a sour look. “You’re revolting, d’you know that? You seriously gave birth to that thing?”
I gave him my most fetching smile. “I took one for the team,” I said. “I think you’ll find that the others will be more than happy to welcome me back. And as for the General . . .” I patted the colt. “Sleipnir — that’s our little friend’s name — is going to be very useful to him. He has his father’s powers and mine — the power to cross over land or sea; to travel with a foot in each World; to span the sky in a single step, faster than the Sun and Moon.”
