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Later on, a gruff and frustrated Odin enters his "office", (the room we

saw in the beginning of the story), with the eaglesclaw on his arm.

Mimer looks at him out of the corner of his eye, sarcastic and grumpy.

Textbox:

The questions were grinding in my head, when I got back home

again.

My tongue bellowed like the Gjalarhorn for just one drink of the Magic Mead.

My spirit was as heavy, as the trunk of the Ask Yggdrasil.

Fortunately, Mimer was happy to see me..

Mimer: So, did the dwarves get their barrel of mead back... or did you

manage to fool them again?

Odin: I've found out that this case is about a lot more than a barrel of

mead...

....it's also about how you lost your head, my dear Mimer!

Mimer: I have absolutely not lost my head!

Odin drops the eagleslough, sits down on the throne and puts his feet on

the table.

Odin: We never did find out who actually chopped your head off.

Mimer: Chopped my body off, if you don't mind!

Odin: Sure-sure, but what actually happened back then? Why did they chop

your he.... body off?

Mimer: It was all Høners fault....

Flashback. Mimer and Høner arrive as hostages in Vanaheim. The coastline

is clearly different from the one in Asgaard. Preferably, there should

be some easily recognized elements in the landscape, a small templeruin

with columns, for example. There are lots of merpeople, (mermaids and

- men), swimming around the boat. Nerthus is receiving them.

Comparatively, there are more prominent women among the Vanir than among

the Asir, and the young Sif gan be seen, perhaps in the background.

Høner is mumbling to himself.

Mimer-box: It all began as soon as we arrived in Vanaheim.

Nerthus: Greetings to you, noble hostages from Asgaard! I'm Nerthus, the

supreme ruler among the Vanir.

Høner: "Supreme"? What's that supposed to mean, "supreme"? She must be completely out of her mind!