A Man In Search Of Glorious Purpose: Book One

Chapter Two:

We entered the sitting area, which almost resembled a comfy wooded ship cabin, the walls covered in fine mahogany wood panels, adorned with oil painting pictures of Vikings of the past, aboard large fleeting ships against a foamy wild stormy sea. I briefly had a flashback, around the age of 5 years old climbing atop the great stuffed brown bear, gazing up at the mighty Viking fleet, wide eyed closing my eyes, I sang an old song my Mother sung to me when I was only 1 years old to 4 but I remember it well :     

Þ𝘢𝘵 𝘮æ𝘭𝘵𝘪 𝘮í𝘯 𝘮óð𝘪𝘳, 

𝘢𝘵 𝘮é𝘳 𝘴𝘬𝘺𝘭𝘥𝘪 𝘬𝘢𝘶𝘱𝘢

𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘺 𝘰𝘬 𝘧𝘢𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘳 á𝘳𝘢𝘳,

𝘧𝘢𝘳𝘢 á 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘵 𝘮𝘦ð 𝘷í𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘮,

𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘶𝘱𝘱 í 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘧𝘯𝘪,

𝘴𝘵ý𝘳𝘢 𝘥ý𝘳𝘶𝘮 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘪,

𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘥𝘢 𝘴𝘷á 𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘧𝘯𝘢𝘳

𝘩ö𝘨𝘨𝘷𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘯 𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢𝘯.

(𝘙𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘵)

Þ𝘢𝘵 𝘮æ𝘭𝘵𝘪 𝘮í𝘯 𝘮óð𝘪𝘳,

𝘢𝘵 𝘮é𝘳 𝘴𝘬𝘺𝘭𝘥𝘪 𝘬𝘢𝘶𝘱𝘢

𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘺 𝘰𝘬 𝘧𝘢𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘳 á𝘳𝘢𝘳,

𝘧𝘢𝘳𝘢 á 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘵 𝘮𝘦ð 𝘷í𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘮,

𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘶𝘱𝘱 í 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘧𝘯𝘪,

𝘴𝘵ý𝘳𝘢 𝘥ý𝘳𝘶𝘮 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘪,

𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘥𝘢 𝘴𝘷á 𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘧𝘯𝘢𝘳

𝘩ö𝘨𝘨𝘷𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘯 𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢𝘯.

(𝘙𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘵)

Þ𝘢𝘵 𝘮æ𝘭𝘵𝘪 𝘮í𝘯 𝘮óð𝘪𝘳,

𝘢𝘵 𝘮é𝘳 𝘴𝘬𝘺𝘭𝘥𝘪 𝘬𝘢𝘶𝘱𝘢

𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘺 𝘰𝘬 𝘧𝘢𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘳 á𝘳𝘢𝘳,

𝘧𝘢𝘳𝘢 á 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘵 𝘮𝘦ð 𝘷í𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘮,

𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘶𝘱𝘱 í 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘧𝘯𝘪,

𝘴𝘵ý𝘳𝘢 𝘥ý𝘳𝘶𝘮 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘪,

𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘥𝘢 𝘴𝘷á 𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘧𝘯𝘢𝘳

𝘩ö𝘨𝘨𝘷𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘯 𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢𝘯.

( Norwegian Eng. Translation: 

My mother told me
Someday I will buy
Galley with good oars
Sail to distant shores
Stand up on the prow
Noble barque I steer
Steady course to the haven
Hew many foe-men
Hew many foe-men 3X)

My adopted Father Odin smiled proudly placing his hand on top of a young Frigga's hand  smiling fondly, it was oddly a time when Thor wasn't around- at least until he came in, his fists filled with crumbling butter cookies, the clatter of a fine ornate tray, tumbled to his feet, spilling what was left of the fresh baked butter cookies that both our parents looked in his direction. Not at all phased at the mess he made, I hopped off of the brown bear and came over to him and knelt down and grabbed some cookies off of the fine knitted Rug, which looked like a wide spread tapestry upon the floor of the sitting room. Opening my eyes to the present. 

I came over to the fine cushioned chair, and sat down, My adopted Mother Frigga sat opposite side of me, lifting a small silver bell and ringing it twice for the service lady to come and bring Tea, and some nibblings that she very much enjoyed. "So, your telling me I have to search for my purpose, and how do I do that?" I began, not forgetting the reason I wanted this time with my Mother. "Everyone claims to have a purpose my son...a Glorious Purpose, weather your born a Nobleman or Saint, or even of Royal blood, or simply by chance, you just need to find it within" I leaned in closer to her, "is it similar to a journey of self discovery because I'm a bit confused?" wanting a better answer than hearing her poetic approach to my lingering question. I looked hopeful, that I would be given an enlightening reply, as the Service Lady bowed, and came in with a tray of hot steaming tea, brewed in fine sliver tin, as the cups were silver tin as well, gleaming in the dim, candled chandelier, light, when Odin entered the room.....

there goes my chance for a solace evening. I could tell from the expression on his face he wasn't impressed from my earlier outburst during the Banquet, and to just suddenly up and storm out of the Banquet, I knew I was headed for a rough patch, but perhaps maybe with my Mother there thing's wouldn't seem to bad?.

"You left the Banquet and tarnished what would have been the most important night of your Older Brother's life- have you no shame?!- no moral for your actions?" He looked sternly, feeling helpless, I just sat there my face fixated upon his, with a look of shock and trying to find the right reply, "I?....I'm sorry Father" was all I could word, "Remember young man!, I took you in when you were vulnerable, small and defenseless, raised you to be royal- I expect you to at least show consideration towards such a thing!-"  His words shot at me like spears of war, raining down at me, that my heart sank, feeling defenseless, I lowered my head. "Maybe I'm something else?...either way you'd never understand!?-" I felt it coming, hot stinging tears, but struggling not to release them, I tried my best to stand up to him, but even at 15 it seemed futile. "you'll regret your words of action!....I try to be a good Prince, I try to show good moral and valor but you...you just don't see it?!- "it came, angry tears, that streamed down my cheeks, I immediately felt defeated, as he just stood there like a statue. Not feeling even the bit phased.

He left. Disregarding the conversation, disregarding me, I suddenly felt like an outcast, in the family, that I just stood there, knelt over, my Adopted Mother Frigga, got up slowly, concerned she dared not intervene in her Husbands actions in disciplining her sons, she would raise her voice yes but only as a maternal Mother would, she opened her arms to me as I quietly wept, "He meant well, he was just disappointed.." I came into her embrace, feeling the shelter and comfort of her embrace.

"He was disappointed in 𝑀𝑒..." I softly sobbed "I'll never be- what, what he wants me to be.." I buried my face in her chest "I failed you and him...I'm nothing.." I wept, Frigga pulled me close stroking my now messy hair, as I wept "He just wants you to follow his lead, but you don't have too, I'm not condoning it..you have to decide what you want to do, but wait awhile" She continued caressing the back of my head, I lifted my tear stained face, looking right at her, "you'll know one day, my son, you will find your Glorious Purpose, but just be patient" she caressed my wet cheeks "...Because I'm burdened with glorious purpose, even if 𝐻𝑒 will never see it nor understand.." I managed to fight a small teary smile, as the last few tears streamed down my cheeks, Frigga wiped them away, smiling warmly

"And that will be a day, you will have finally found your Glorious Purpose" she finished, I said nothing and climbed into her soothing arms, she hugged me close. I said nothing for the longest time, not wanting to leave this moment, the moment I found a new lease in my life.....

And ultimately one day form my destiny.