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Ymir drank milk from Audumla’s udder, and it gave him great strength. At the same time Audumla, the cow, licked the blocks of salty ice for her nourishment. And as she licked and licked, out of the salty ice came Buri. He was the first of the gods. He was tall and handsome and in time became the father of all creatures. Through magic he had a son named Borr who married Bestla, a friendly and good giant. This couple gave birth to three sons, Odin, Vili, and Ve. But Odin was the strongest of the three and was more powerful than his father and brothers.
    In time Ymir fathered more giants. They were evil beings and were more in number than the goodly gods. But they had not the power to prevail over them. Then one day the three young brothers knew they must hunt down and kill Ymir if there was ever to be peace. It was not such a difficult task for them, and from his remains they in turn created the world.
    They transformed Ymir’s blood into oceans and fresh water, his flesh became the land, his bones turned into mountains, his teeth the rocks, and his hair became the grass and trees. They saved his eyelashes to make Midgard — Middle Earth — the place where humans would dwell. Then they threw Ymir’s head into the air, and his brain became the clouds and his skull the sky.
    Next the three brothers grabbed some of the sparks shooting out from Muspellheim, the land of fire. They threw them up into the sky where they turned into twinkling stars. Afterward the brothers built Asgard, which became the sacred home of the gods.
    I was way too sleepy to read more and closed the book. I hoped the image of brains exploding into stars didn’t turn into a nightmare. Just as I was drifting off to sleep, somewhere far away in the land of the awake, I heard my mom’s phone ring. It was unusual for someone to call so late, but I didn’t have the strength or interest to give it much thought. I simply let my head melt into the pillow, and I slipped off to what I thought was going to be a good long sleep.
    The house is lit by the glow of the fire. Everyone sits around as Thorfinn readies for the telling of the evening story. The men sharpen their knives and polish swords. The boys practise their carving and the girls their sewing and weaving. The mothers tend to the babies or clean up from the evening meal.
    â€œSomeone remind me — where did I leave off?” Thorfinn asks.
    â€œLast night you told the story about the creation of the gods and Asgard,” Sigrid says.
    â€œAh, that’s right. You were paying attention.” Thorfinn smiles at his young charge. He is a big man, red-bearded, and is inclined to be of good temper. His young charge loves him as a father. And though she has heard the story of creation many times in her life, each time is as good as the first.
    â€œI always pay attention when you’re telling the stories, Uncle. I listen better than anyone else.”
    Thorfinn laughs deeply at the girl’s declaration. What he does not know is that she is memorizing the stories so that one day she can be their keeper and tell them to the others.
    Ever since she was very little, even before her parents perished in the house fire, Sigrid loved listening to the stories the elders tell at the end of the day when the clan comes together for supper. Some stories are of the gods and goddesses. Other stories are of great explorers, like Erik the Red and his son, Lucky Leif, the first to come to Vinland, the cold and windy settlement they now occupy. But Sigrid enjoys most the stories with shield maidens, those brave and clever women who preferred to take up the sword and fight in battle than live out their lives cooking and cleaning and raising children. When she is old enough, she, too, will be a shield maiden — if her guardians let her.
    â€œAll right, then let us continue. When the gods were finished creating Asgard, they took time to rest and enjoy their work. But there was a