"For Asgard!" rang his deep voice.
And from the Aesir horsemen and footmen behind us shouted an answering chorus.
"Follow the king! Strike for Asgard!"
The Jotun host began to split and give way before our concentrated assault. Though they greatly outnumbered us, we were driving a wedge between them.
"They waver!" shouted Vidar, wildly exultant. "Push hard and the battle is ours. They are breaking!"
As we forced forward, the Jotun footmen were giving ever more rapidly. If we could split them in two, cut them up and destroy them–
"Loki comes!" screamed Heimdall.
I saw his golden helmet shining through the murk of lightning-seared storm. Loki was pushing fearlessly through the Jotun host toward us. His face was white and beautiful with the exhilaration of battle as he came through the fight toward us. Beside him rode Utgar, and between them ran the great, gray shape of Fenris.
"Stand firm, Jotuns!" Utgar was yelling to his wavering host. "The lord Loki is with us!"
With a fierce war-cry, Odin spurred forward to meet Loki. Thor, Vidar, Heimdall, Bragi and I were all close behind the Aesir king. Heimdall and Bragi, forcing farther ahead, met the charge of Loki and Utgar first. I saw Loki's sword flash and Heimdall tumbled from his horse, stabbed through.