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Three roots there are | that three ways run
'Neath the ash-tree Yggdrasil;
'Neath the first lives Hel, | 'neath the second the frost-giants,
'Neath the last are the lands of men.

Long it has been since Hel found a door to Milliways; and even now the one she opens leads not inside but out to the forest. She'll take what she can get - full grown the half-dead goddess is far too large to fit inside Milliways. The compression field that affects the robots does not so much affect her.

She doesn't know how long it has been for the people here. It doesn't really matter. She's seeing the grass, the trees, the green and growing things.

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"Good day, little Moira." Hel says, "Bleßun upon you." It's more than words, for the daughter of her friend. Far more than words, "She is lovely, Helgi."

He sets her down to toddle slowly toward Hel. She turns to look back at him once then continues until she can touch Hel's skirt. She looks up and up, and her eyes get wide*

"Bih."

Archie grins again.

"Yes, she is big, princess. You'll be a big girl too, someday."

"But not so big." Hel assures the little girl, "Perhaps your mother's height."

Moira laughs delightedly, childishly high and bubbling.

"I guess she likes you."

He looks up at Hel.

"How long has it been?"

"You do not want to know." Hel says softly, "And I would rather speak of the time here." The necklace and bracelet given to her by Ramon Salazar have been strung together on a longer chain, neither of them fit anymore.

He shakes his head.

"I'm sure not. Eternity is a long time. Far too long for we humans to understand."

He reaches out to touch her enormous hand.

"Long enough that I am full grown." And not as cold as she thought she'd be, not really. Not in the end. "Tell me of your daughter." her hand is still gentle, for all its size.

"She's just over a year old. Just learning to walk, you see. I'm afraid she's just as fearless as her mother. She'd be the death of me, if I wasn't already... Please don't eat that, Moira..."

Hel says quietly, "You will do fine, minn Helgi."

He smiles softly.

"I do hope so. I wonder sometimes..."

He shrugs, he'll give her the best up bringing he possibly can.

"How did you find your way back?"

"There was a door." Hel says, "And when I opened it, I felt the sun." she didn't even pause, she has nothing with her but that which she had when the door was opened.

He smiles wistfully.

"I would have done the same."

He looks up, to go so long without the sun, even the weak, watery sun of Scotland that in no way compares to the beating warmth of Spain or the Indies.

"I'm glad you came."

"As am I." Hel says, "It means I have not lost everything."

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