“Höder, why do you not do Balder honor?” asked Loki.
“I am blind,” Höder answered, “and besides I have nothing to throw.”
“Here is my arrow,” said Loki. “Take it; I will guide your hands.”
Alas, the cruel Loki had made the arrow of mistletoe.
He knew that this was the only way in which Balder could be harmed.
He longed to see the surprise of the heroes when Balder should at last be wounded.
Away flew the arrow.
Balder, the beautiful, fell lifeless to the ground.
Then all Asgard was dark with sorrow.
Strong heroes wept and would not be comforted.