He fell to the ground and lay still. There was a harsh wind blowing around, stirring up the sand. He sat up and surveyed his surroundings. Odin's symbol was almost completely blown away. He was wearing only pants and a loose shirt. His robes and cape were gone. Surprisingly, he was also barefoot. He looked around and saw an ocean and sand, stretching in opposite directions. He stood and began walking up the beach. He came to the top of a hill and saw a stone castle in the distance.
"Damn," he said under his breath. Then a sly grin spread over his face and he rubbed his hands together. Odin may have taken away his magic, but he still had his tongue.
He sauntered into the house and draped his long legs over a bench and raised his hand for the landlady. She came quickly.
"The usual, Hal?"
"Yea, and add extra rum." He grinned. "Today is a day for celebration."
"And why is that?" she asked.
"The king has officially adopted me as his son." His smile grew wider. "I am now Prince Hal, heir to throne of England." The landlady curtsied deeply.
"The Lord bless you, my prince."
"No need." Hal waved his hand and raised her back up. "I come here to get away from all those responsibilities. It would please me most for you to still treat me like plain Hal."