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should ask Loki.”
    “Why?”
    “He wasn’t always one of the Aesir. He was born a Frost Giant. He was the smallest Frost Giant ever. They used to laugh at him. So he left.Saved Odin’s life, on his travels. And he…” The bear hesitated and seemed to think twice about whatever he had been going to say, then finished, “…he keeps things interesting.” And then the bear said, “Anything that you did last night, anything you saw…”
    “Yes?”
    “The wise man knows when to keep silent. Only the fool tells all he knows.”
    The fox and the eagle were waiting beside the remains of the fire. Odd finished what was left of the fish. Then the bear said, “Well? What do we do now?”
    Odd said, “Take me to the edge of the forest. You wait for me. I’ll walk alone from there to the gates of Asgard.”
    “Why?” asked the fox.
    “Because I don’t want the Frost Giants knowingyou three are back,” said Odd. “Not yet.”
    They set off.
    “I could get very used to travelling by bear,” Odd said. But the bear only grunted.

C HAPTER 6
THE GATES OF ASGARD
    W HERE THE FOREST ENDED , the bear stopped, and Odd climbed off. He put his crutch beneath his armpit, gripped it hard with his right hand.
    “Right,” he said. “Wish me good luck. The blessing of the Gods must count for something.”
    “What if you don’t come back?” said the fox.
    “Then you’re no worse off now than you were before you met me,” said Odd cheerfully. “Anyway, why shouldn’t I come back?”
    “They could eat you,” said the bear.
    Odd blinked. “Ah… do Frost Giants eat people?”
    There was a pause. The fox said, “Occasionally” at the same time as the bear said, “Almost never.”
    The fox coughed. “I wouldn’t worry,” it said. “There’s barely any meat on you. You’d scarcely be worth the trouble of eating.” It grinned. This did nothing to make Odd feel any better. He hefted his crutch and began to walk, slowly, laboriously, towards the huge stone wall that surrounded the city of the Gods.
    The snow had blown clear of the path, and although the ground was slippery in places,he found the walk was not as hard as he had expected.
    Days were longer here in Asgard. The sun was a silver coin that hung in the white sky. Odd pushed himself to keep walking, one step at a time, remembering back when he had walked with ease and never thought twice about the miracle of putting one foot in front of the other and pushing the world towards you.
    At first, Odd thought that the wall of Asgard was as high as a tall man and that there was a pale statue of a man sitting on a boulder beside it—at least, he imagined it to be a statue. And then he moved slowly closer, and closer, and the wall grew, and the pale statue grew also, until, as the boy got closer still, he had to throw back his head to look at them.
    Every step he took towards the gates, towardsthe huge pale figure on the boulder, he felt the temperature drop.
    And then the statue moved, and Odd knew.
    “WHO ARE YOU?” The voice tumbled across the plain like an avalanche.
    “I’m called Odd,” shouted Odd, and he smiled.
    The Frost Giant peered down at him. There were icicles in its eyebrows, and its eyes were the color of lake ice just before it cracks and drops you into freezing water.
    “WHAT ARE YOU? A GOD? A TROLL? SOME KIND OF WALKING CORPSE?”
    “I’m a boy,” yelled Odd, and he smiled again.
    “AND WHAT IN YMIR’S NAME ARE YOU DOING HERE ?”
    It is a strange sensation, talking to a being who could crush you like a man could crush a babymouse. And , thought Odd, at least mice can run .
    “I’m here to drive the Frost Giants from Asgard,” explained Odd. Then he smiled at the giant, a big, happy, irritating smile.
    It was the smile that did it. If Odd had not smiled, the giant would simply have picked him up and crushed the life from him, or squashed him against the boulder, or bitten his head off and kept him to snack on later. But that smile, a