But in the Teutonic madness of Nazism, the “Aesir” had found fertile ground.
Chris had read captured German SS documents. Even back in the thirties and early forties, before the arrival of the Aesir, they had been filled with mumbo jumbo and pseudo-religious mysticism—stuff about ice moons falling from the sky and the romantic spirit of the Aryan superrace.
A Nazi-conquered world would belong to the Aesir, whoever and whatever they were. They would be gods indeed. Much as he understood the logic of a rat or a hyena, Chris could follow the aliens’ reasons for choosing the side they had, God damn them.
Silhouettes of pines outlined the hilltops, serrating the still faintly glowing western sky. The two lead boats were crammed with Marines, who were to take the beachhead and move island to scout. The flankers were Navy teams, who were supposed to prepare the boats for a getaway… as if anyone believed that would ever happen.
The last two craft held most of Chris’s demolition team.
Loki knelt on one knee at the prow of Chris’s boat, and stared ahead with those black, glittering eyes. Dark as he was, he nevertheless looked at that moment like something straight out of a Viking saga.
Good verisimilitude, Chris thought. Or maybe the creatures actually believed they were what they said they were. Who could tell?
All Chris knew for sure was that they had to be defeated, or for humanity there would be nothing but darkness, from now on.
He checked his watch and looked up at the sky, scanning the broad, starry openings in the clouds.
Yes, there it was. The Satellite. Riding Newton’s wings more than two hundred miles up, circling the globe every ninety minutes.
When it had appeared, the Nazis had gone into paroxysms, proclaiming it an astrological portent. For some unknown bureaucratic reason, officials in the Pentagon had sat on the secret until half the world believed Goebbels’s propaganda. Then, at last, Washington revealed the truth. That American Space-Argonauts were circling the Earth.
For two months the world had seemed turned around. This new technological wonder would be more important than the atom bomb, many thought.
Then the invasion of Canada began.
Chris turned his mind away from what was happening now, out in the Atlantic. He wished he had one of those new laser communicators, so he could tell the men up in the Satellite how things were progressing down here. But the light amplification devices were so secret, as yet, that the Chiefs of Staff had refused to allow any to be taken into the enemy’s heartland.
Supposedly the Nazis were working on a way to shoot down the Satellite. It was still a mystery why, with aliens to help them, the enemy had let their early lead in rocketry slip so badly. Chris wondered why the Aesir had allowed the American satellite to fly up there as long as this.
Perhaps they can’t really operate in space anymore… like they haven’t been able to crush our submarine forces.
But does that make sense? Could aliens have lost the ability to destroy such a crude spacecraft?
Chris shook his head.
Not that it matters all that much, he thought. Tonight the Atlantic fleet is dying. This winter, we’ll probably be forced to use the big bombs to hold the line in Canada… wrecking the continent even if we slow them down.
He looked at the figure in the boat’s prow. How can cleverness or industry or courage prevail against such power?
Those fur-covered shoulders were passive, now. But Chris had seen Loki tear down buildings with his bare hands. And Loki had admitted to being one of the weakest of these “gods”.
“Loki,” he said quietly.
As often as not, the Aes would ignore any human who spoke to him without leave. But this time the dark-haired figure turned and regarded Chris. Loki’s expression was not warm, but he did smile.
“Thou art troubled, youngling. I spy it in thy heart.” He seemed to peer into Chris. “It is not fear, I am glad to see, but only a great perplexity.”
Fitting their assumed roles as the fabled lords of Valhalla, courage was the one human attribute most honored by the Aesir. Even by the god of trickery and treachery.
“Thank you, Loki.” Chris nodded respectfully. You could’ve fooled me. I thought I was scared spitless!
Loki’s eyes were pools glittering with starlight. “On this fateful eve, it is meet to grant a brave worm a boon. Therefore I will favor thee, mortal. Ask three questions. These will Loki answer truthfully, by his very life.”
Chris blinked, for the moment stricken speechless. He was unprepared for anything like this! Everyone from President Marshall and Admiral Heinlein on down to the lowliest Brazilian draftee had hungered for answers. Imperious and aloof, their one Aesir ally had doled out hints and clues, had helped to foil Nazi schemes and slow the implacable enemy advance, but he had never made a promise like this!
Chris could sense O’Leary tense behind him, trying to seem invisible in order to be allowed to stay and listen. For once the beatnik’s mouth stayed firmly sealed.
Pine forests loomed above them as the boat entered shallows out of the evening wind. He could smell the dark forest. There was so little time! Chris groped for a question.
“I… Who are you, and where did you come from?”
Loki closed his eyes. When he opened them, the black orbs were filled with dark sadness.
“Out of the body of Ymir, slain by Odin, poured the Sea.
“Gripping the body of Ymir, Yggdrasil, the great tree.
“Sprung from salt and frost, the Aesir, tremble Earth!
“Born of Giant and man, Loki, bringer of mirth.”
The creature stared at Chris. “This has always been my home,” he said. And Chris knew that he meant the Earth. “I remember ages and everything spoken of in Eddas—from the chaining of Fenris to the lies of Skrymnir. And yet…” Loki’s voice was faintly puzzled, even hushed. “And yet there is something about those memories… something laid over, as lichen lays upon the frost.”
He shook himself. “In truth, I cannot say for certain that I am older than thee, child-man.”
Loki’s massive shoulders shrugged. “But make haste with your next question. We are approaching the Gathering Place. They will be here and we must stop them from their scheming, if it is not already too late.”
Reminded suddenly of the present, Chris looked up at the wilderness looming all around them on the shadowed hillsides. “Are you sure about this plan—taking on so many of the Aesir in one place?”
Loki smiled. And Chris realized at once why. Like some idiot out of a fairy tale, he had squandered a question in a silly quest for comfort! But reassurance was not one of Loki’s strong suits.
“No, I am not sure, impertinent mortal!” Loki laughed and the rowing sailors briefly lost their stride as they looked up at the ironic, savage sound. “Think thou that only men may win honor by daring all against death? Here does Loki show his courage, to face Odin’s spear and Thor’s hammer if he must, tonight!” He turned and shook c ham-sized fist toward the west. The dwarf whimpered and crouched beside his master.
Chris saw that the Marines had already landed. Major Marlowe made quick hand gestures sending the first skirmishers fanning out into the forest. The second row of boats shipped oars and were carried by momentum toward the gravelly shore.