Thunor sought home, after a faring. He fought Thyrses in the East, he now wished for warmth of his hall. He came across woods, but did not know his way through. He did not look forward to trying to find his way alone. Though, to great luck, or so he may have thought at the time, he saw an old man sitting upon a stone, near a grove of ash trees.
“Eala! Old Man! I seek a way through these woods. I long for the frith of home, dear friend. May I ask your name? May you guide me?”
The Old Man says, “Call me Grim. I know these woods, Red Bearded. Though I know not whether to help you, or leave you be. What have you done of worth, Thunor? Who are you to be worth my help?”
“I am the Rain Bringer! It is I who brings water to earth from the sky! Who are you to ask me this?”
“Just a wanderer. One who has sired many lines of kings in the Old Lands. You’re the one who the common folk speak of? What is so great to say of such?”, spoke the Old Man.
“If it were not for me, the Stone Thyrses would have stolen the cattle and water from great and small man alike! If it were not for the common folk, who would prop up the lines of kings you have put forth? A king without a people is no king at all.”, Thunor boasted with pride.
The Wanderer went on, “There are good men and great. I inspire and lead great men to do great things. They seek me for glory! That I may give it to them, that is. The ceorls and theows give to you for rain! There may be great men who honor you as well, and good men who seek me. Though we all have our place, do we not?”
“My place is among mine, and my might to show to those who would harm them, would fall before me. Old Man, I tire of this. Might you show me the way through these woods?”, and Thunor truly did tire of it.
“Follow me, and I will take you where I wish. For these woods are mine, and I go where I choose. I may lead you out, but you will do so on my terms.”
This brought anger to Thunor, but he was wise enough to know when he had no other choice. He went with the Woods Wanderer. Though trust he did not this cloaked fellow, or his outlandish boasts. He saw great sights in these woods, and loved the woods so, but Thunor always has trouble finding his way through them. In anger he would swing his hammer, bringing a whole forest down, but he chose not to do this.
The two came across a meadow, where they saw a wolf alone on one side, and what looked like his pack on the other. Yet, the lone wolf could not get to them. The Wanderer spoke, “I have been to many places, and have learned many things. World Wandering, World Weary, I have paid great prices for great knowings. From the First Days on, I have wandered. Great knowledge and runes have shown themselves to me. I know first, and last, life, and death. Yet, I do not know if you know these things as well.”
Thunor said, “I know the first, for I was born. I know not last, but have held dying men in my arms. I know life, for I live. I know death for what I have done has brought much of it. I have brought death to save life. Life to stop death. I have not died, nor do I wish it. Gift from the Mothers is life, I do try to make the most of it.”
World Wanderer spoke, “I have been alive, I have been dead. I know its works. Can you see the pack of wolves on the other side of the meadow?”
“Yes. Though I see not why this one here cannot reach them.”, Thunor gave back words.
The Wanderer took up the wolf, by its throat, and placed spear in its chest. He then heaved it, and threw it across the meadow. It rose to life and met its pack! Thunor stared in wonder at this feat. “I have been there before. We are no mere Men, Thunor.”, The Wanderer said.
“No. We are great, but we are not known if Men do not know our greatness. The Éotens will not marvel upon us, for they only wish to take from us. As you say, we all have our place.” Thunor brandished his hammer, to show he understood, “My place is home, now. Would you tell me the way if you wish not to take me?”
“Take the path to the right, there will be a great hill to climb that way, and between the oaks at the top, is the way out, and your way home. For I must go left. Through the meadow and back out, the ash marks my way home. For someone so mighty, a climb up the hill should be easy. Is that how you would have it? Farewell.”, said Grim.
Thunor headed up the path to the right, but turned back. The strange fellow crossed the meadow. But with his cloak gone, he saw a great being. Tall and fair, with a wolf pelt over his shoulder, and a glowing spear in hand. His mægen could be felt even at the distance Thunor was, but only a quick sight could he catch, and then the figure was gone. Thunor wondered upon the sight, but more eager so he was, for the comforts of his home.