"Just now I passed by the Peacestead, and saw them at play."
"What were they doing?"
"Shooting at Baldur."
Then Frigg bent over her work with a pleased smile on her face. "And nothing hurt him?" she said.
"Nothing," answered Loki, looking keenly at her.
"No, nothing," murmured Frigg, still looking down and speaking half musingly to herself; "for all things have sworn to me that they will not."
"Sworn!" exclaimed Loki, eagerly; "what is that you say? Has everything sworn then?"
"Everything," answered she, "excepting, indeed, the little shrub mistletoe, which grows, you know, on the west side of Valhal, and to which I said nothing, because I thought it was too young to swear."
"Excellent!" thought Loki; and then he got up.