Chapter Eleven

In a time before written history, in Asgard, the realm of the gods, there is a great spring named the Well of Urd. This reservoir contains all the knowledge of all the worlds that is, that was and that will be. As such, the Well of Urd is bottomless, as new wisdom forms every second of every minute of every day.

Though picturesque, the well doesn’t look like much at first glance. It appears to be little more than a pond, barely large enough for two swans to spread their wings, with rocks forming a small wall around the edge. It is hidden away at the outer boundary of a forest, against a high cliff. Water pours down the cliff wall from an unseen river above and into the well, foaming as it crashes against the larger rocks. The water isn’t clear – it’s murky, filled with dust and weeds and white froth. No man could hope to gain knowledge from these dark waters by himself.

Every day, the twelve gods and twelve goddesses who reside in Asgard come to the well. They come not to stare into the cloudy water but to seek counsel from the keepers of the well. The three keepers are known as the Norns: Urd, Skuld and Verdandi.

Wind and rain lash the plains of Asgard this morning, a bad omen. The gods travel on chariots led by pigs and goats through the woods. None of them wears their battle helmet today, only capes with hoods to protect themselves from the raindrops. Odin stands out from the rest. He rides ahead on a great steed. He wears a wide-brimmed, brown leather hat which casts half his face in shadow. His right eye is gone and a leather patch covers the gaping hole. He traded the eye centuries ago in return for great knowledge and yet even he must bow to the wisdom of the three Norns. He is the leader of the gods, known as the All Father, the Battle God and One-Eyed. And today he seeks answers more urgently than ever before. Today, one of the gods is missing. Loki.

When they reach the Well of Urd, the All Father climbs down from his horse, walks to the spring and dips his fingers into the bubbling water. It is icy cold. He looks into the well and sees only darkness. The three Norns are nowhere to be seen. He shakes the drops from his hand and takes a couple of steps backwards. The other gods and goddesses watch him in silence.

He breathes deeply then speaks. ‘I, Odin All Father, the one-eyed god of battle, the ruler of Asgard, come here to seek counsel with the three ageless Norns. Behind me are the gods and goddesses of Asgard, all save one, and we implore you to speak to us.’

They all hold their breath, watching the foaming waterfall for any sign of movement.

‘We beg of you, oh great and wise Norns, come and grant us your counsel.’

Then something happens. Three figures step forward from behind the waterfall, from out of the rocky cliff wall. They stop directly under the water, where their features are hidden by the foaming shower. The gods can only make out impressions of the figures: they are all female, with long hair slicked to their heads by the moisture, they are slender and they stand impossibly still. As the water runs over their faces, the gods can just about see the hollows of their eyes. These are the Norns: older than the gods, older than time itself. Only they can read the knowledge in the well, only they know the truth of fate, the present and the future.

‘We are here, Odin All Father,’ they say in three voices as one. ‘What answers do you seek?’

Odin takes a step forward. He takes off his hat, exposing his balding head to the rain.

‘Thank you,’ he says. ‘We come seeking answers about one of our own. For the past three days and nights, none of us has seen or heard from the Father of Lies, Loki. We have asked the birds in the skies and the fish in the seas to look for him, but none can locate him. Surely this is a trick of his, but we need to find him. And we need to know what he’s doing.’

Verdandi, the Norn on the left, looks deep into the well. She can read all that the waters can tell her about the present.

After a time, she looks back at Odin and speaks. ‘The one you seek, Loki, is in the east. It is true that he tricked the birds of the skies and the fish of the seas so that they could not find him. He is content now, but he has not been for some time. He felt anger at you, Odin All Father, and the other gods of Asgard. He felt shame and disgust and he blames you all. He swore vengeance.’

At this, the gods gasp and start protesting loudly. Odin tries to quiet them, but they persist.

‘Do you wish for me to continue?’ asks Verdandi.

‘Please,’ says Odin. Then he turns to the other gods, commanding, ‘Be quiet all of you. We have more to learn.’

At this they grow silent and Verdandi continues. ‘Loki swore vengeance. And so, the Father of Lies became a father himself. He has created three children. These children, his evil brood, have one purpose in mind: to destroy all of creation.’

Again, the gods break into a loud, worried discussion. Odin silences them with a glare and turns back to the Norn.

‘That is all I have to say,’ Verdandi intones. ‘My sisters may have more to tell you, Odin All Father.’

‘Thank you.’ Odin bows his head. ‘Skuld, perhaps you can tell me how to stop this madness?’

Skuld, the Norn on the right, tilts her head and stares into the well. She can see all of the near future.

Eventually she looks up at the gods and begins. ‘To stop Loki’s evil brood, you must send your greatest warriors, Odin All Father, and they should be led by your own son, Thor. It will be a battle that you will win but, I warn you, a high price will be paid. You must not allow Loki to use his power in this way again.’

‘We will apologise to Loki then,’ Odin says, ‘to appease him.’

‘No. The time for that is past. You must bind him. It would do no good to lock him in your prisons. And you cannot kill him, because it is a terrible thing for one god to kill another. If a god kills another, their purity dies. They will become evil – as bad as Loki himself.’

‘Then what should we do? How should we bind him?’

‘His mind and his tongue are his greatest weapons. You cannot allow him to use these. When you capture him, take him to the end of the world. There is a cave there underneath a small settlement whose men are loyal to you. You must do all that you can to dull his mind. If his mind is sharp, he will be able to use it to think of escape. Do not allow this to happen. That is all I have to say. Perhaps my sister can tell you more.’

Without even a prompt from Odin, the Norn in the centre looks into the water. This is Urd, the eldest Norn, and the well is named after her. She is also the most mysterious, knowing all there is about fate and destiny. After staring into the depths for longer than her sisters, she looks to Odin.

‘Odin All Father,’ she says, ‘you must trust me that what I tell you now is all that I can tell you, for no man or god must know too much of his fate. Do you understand?’

‘I understand.’

‘Good. Then I’ll begin.’ Urd nods. ‘In the far future, Loki will escape.’

There is a collective gasp from the surrounding gods. Even Odin seems taken aback. Urd continues to speak.

‘Though I can’t say how, he will escape his binding. He will try to start again what he is attempting to do now. If he succeeds in this future time, then the outcome will be grave. Even for us Norns. By unleashing his brood upon the world a second time, he will start Ragnarok.’

The anxious chatter of the gods grows louder again. Odin shouts over them. ‘How can we stop him in the future?’

‘You can’t,’ answers Urd grimly. ‘You will want to but you can’t. You must merely watch. There is only one who might be able to stop him. A boy. A young boy and his friends. One of them is watching us right now.’

‘What?’ exclaims Odin, looking around fearfully. ‘Where?’

‘Right there,’ Urd says, and her ghostly arm raises and points out of the waterfall towards –

Arthur woke in a panic when the crazy waterfall woman pointed at him. The sky was growing bright outside his window he realised as he sat up in bed. He checked the time on his watch: just after six in the morning. Too early to give Ash or Will a call anyway.

He dropped the watch back on his bedside table and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes furiously, thinking back on the dream. But was it a dream? Or was it another vision? Some kind of link to the past and another world? He looked at the pendant on his bedside locker. It wasn’t glowing even slightly, so it didn’t seem to Arthur like it was causing these strange dreams about the gods. Gods he’d never even heard of until they’d moved to Dublin.

He leaped out of bed and ran to his desk where he pulled a blank sheet of paper from a copybook and started writing. He didn’t want to forget anything he’d seen or heard in the dream and decided to note everything down before it faded from his memory the way details from the first one had:

Odin – All Father – good

Gods – good

Loki – Father of Lies – bad

Thor – Odin’s son – goes to fight Loki’s children

Norns – Some kind of weird fortune-tellers, Urd, Skuld and Verdandi

Asgard – Where the gods live

To this list he then added:

Jormungand – Loki’s first child (he had three) – giant snake – ‘World Serpent’

When he was done, he appraised the list. It was still all a big mystery to him. Too big. Without realising it, he was rubbing the ribbon on his wrist. He looked down at it and thought of his mother. She would have known what to do, or if not she would have tried to help him. She’d always been interested in mythology, encouraged him to read the legends of other places and times, but he had always put it off. If only he’d taken her advice … As he sat there alone in his room, he wanted to cry but found he couldn’t.