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The Pulling of the Sword
Hours had passed but the dawn had yet to come. Khlothar had merely sat there staring at the sword. The sword that his father Wodanaz had left there!
His half-brother Balor had died before he was born. He had died a hero, a champion. Now here he was, Khlothar, and he knew not what to do.
"Will you take it?" Khlothar turned to see Yngund entering the room.
"Where is your husband?" asked Khlothar.
"Silent and still as a dead man in our room." Replied Yngund. "Again, I ask will you take it?"
"Am I, one who has innocent blood on my hands, worthy of taking a sword my father left?" asked Khlothar.
"I certainly think you are." Replied Yngund. "Never have I met so brave a warrior. Would that my husband were so noble a man. Would I could call him my husband."
"If a marriage is forced it cannot be called a marriage." Stated Khlothar.
"Then may you show me what a true marriage is?" asked Yngund.
"You would trade Hundyng for a stranger?" asked Khlothar.
"Better a stranger than Hundyng." Replied Yngund.
"Then I shall take you." Stated Khlothar. "As I shall this sword." Khlothar stepped towards the tree and where Hundyng had failed, he had succeeded. "And this sword shall have a name and I shall call it 'Avenger!'"