Sif and Angerboda stopped talking when they saw the tall figure enter the wood.
To say the truth, to the Eekin, it was a wood, but their Sheaim friends would have called it "a few sparse trees", or maybe a small grove. For the Eekin, this was a wood.
And to keep saying the truth, to strangers, the figure wouldn't have been called tall either. He would have been called huge.
Anyhow, Sif and her friend rose to meet him.
"Do you seek the wisdom of the seven, stranger?"
"I come for the bough."
"Well, you know, old Hrolfgar is its keeper, and he's currently praying for the sun to..."
"I - come - for - the - bough."
Sif was about to answer, but she thought better of it. It was uncommon for men to come and seek counsel among the seven wise women of the wood, but it happened, from time to time. It was however exceedingly rare for any of them to seek the bough. The guardian of the bough wasn't gifted with any special skill, nor did he hear the voice of Baelious like they did. Or said they did, which was enough as long as the goodwives from the City came by and gave them fish and mead in exchange for their wisdom.
As the younger woman kept wondering, Angerboda told the man to wait as she went to fetch Hrolfgar.
The tall man waited, and Sif looked at him. He was really big, with a blonde mane and a large beard. His shoulders were broad and strong, like those of a man who spent most of his life rowing. He was only clad in leathers despite the cold, and carried a big club.
As she stared, the man grinned, and said:
"We are going to get along well, us two."
Sif didn't understand what he ment, but she wasn't sure she liked the grin on his face. She wasn't sure she disliked it either.
Soon, Angerboda came along with Hrolfgar. The old man was half buried in furs and carried a small golden bough in his hand. He muttered:
"So you want... see the bough? Bough is here. Now ye happy? I must..."
The stranger lifted his club, and with a single stroke, he split Hrolfgar's skull.
Sif and Angerboda both shrieked as blood and brains smeared them, but the tall man didn't care. He bent, and picked up the bough.
"I am the new King of the wood, now. Guardian of the Bough and husband of the Seven Seers."
The man smiled at Sif again.
"But you can call me Baldr."