I yelled to Frey and made a convulsive effort. We barely cleared the cliffs, and were washed up to safety on the beach!
Chapter VIII
World of Gnomes
For some minutes we lay on the sand. Though the roaring waves broke over us, neither of us was able to move. Gradually our strength returned, and we dragged ourselves farther up the beach. Frey sat up and panted a question.
"Was Thor slain? I saw him fall as I was hurled into the sea."
"He was only stunned, I think. The men of your ship got it free and fled back toward Asgard."
"I owe you my life, Jarl Keith." Frey's voice throbbed in the darkness. "I was sinking in the waves when you leaped after me. I'll not forget that debt."
I staggered to my feet.
"It's more important that we go after those Jotuns, and rescue Freya and the key."
"By now," muttered the Aesir noble hopelessly, "they must be near Jotunheim. We couldn't overtake them even if we had a ship."