They smiled in wonder at the question.
Who could wish to hurt the gentle Balder?
Alas, the mistletoe did not promise.
Frigga saw it growing high up on an oak tree.
It seemed too small and weak to do any harm. She did not ask it to promise.
On the tenth day of her journey, she came back again to Asgard.
She told the sorrowing Odin and his friends what she had done.
In their joy they found a new way to do Balder honor.
He stood in their midst while the most skillful heroes hurled their arrows at him.
At first, they threw only small twigs and pebbles.