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Frey was busy enough in summer, when the sunlight was to fall warm
and fruitful along the mountain ridges and deep into the valleys, and
the gentle showers were to be gathered far out at sea and driven by the
winds across the heavens, weaving soft draperies of mist about the
hills, or folding the landscape in with blinding curtains of rain as they
passed; for the sowing and the harvesting and the ripening of the fruit
were his to watch over and care for. But when winter came, Frey was
idle day in and day out, and so it happened, in this long dull season, that he was wandering restlessly one morning about Asgard, when he saw that Odin’s throne was empty.
To sit upon it and look out over the world was the thought that flashed into Frey’s mind and out again, leaving him more idle and restless than before. Neither man nor god, save Odin, had dared to sit in that awful seat, from which nothing was hidden; but when one has nothing to do, it is easy to do wrong.
Frey wandered about a little longer, and then boldly mounted the steps and sat down on the throne of the world.
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