| (...continued) Frigga then tucked young Coal-muzzle under the couch and when it lifted off the floor, she turned it the other way around. Odin didn't skip a beat of his rhythmic snoring and remained sound asleep. And when the great Goddess pulled the young goat from under the couch, she took him outside and with a strong rope she tied him to a sturdy fence post. There, young Coal-muzzle spent a very unhappy night. In the meantime, the Winilers had received instructions to round up their women and station them in battle array. The ladies had been told to dress in battle gear and wear their hair carefully combed forward in the manner of long beards. When Odin awoke and gazed outside, he exclaimed in surprise, "What Longbeards are those?" Frigga smiled with deep satisfaction. Those Langobards gained a victory and went on to become the people of Lombardy. And as for the fate of young Coal-muzzle? After spending such a dreadful night floating in the air while clinging to a rope, the magic effects did eventually wear off. He swore never again to nibble on strands of wool...no matter who had spun it. The End |
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