He jerked his head upward with such tremendous force that my hold was torn loose.
Like an enraged bear, the Hammerer whirled and caught me around the waist.
This was wrestling in his style, all strength and little science. His huge arms crushed me, though I exerted all my strength to win free. I felt the lacings of my mail coat burst under the pressure as I strained frantically to break his hold. But he picked me up like a child and slammed me down upon the stone floor.
"Well done," he roared as he let me go. "You almost conquered me with your outland tricks, Jarl Keith. You will have to teach them to me."
"Some other time," I gasped, panting for breath as I stumbled to my feet. I turned toward the king. "If you are satisfied, lord Odin, I'll take part in no more games now."
Odin smiled. "You have borne yourself well, Jarl Keith, and—"
His voice ceased as his stern face seemed to freeze.
When I saw that he was staring at my chest, I looked down. The bursting mail coat had let the rune key dangle in full view.
"The rune key!" he whispered.
Everyone in great Valhalla was speechless, staring in horror at the ancient gold cylinder that hung outside my coat.