What a teacher, this god who exhales perfumes and offers to impart his knowledge of nature’s flourishing. And what a syllabus:
“I am the genius of clouds and sunshine,” answered Frey; and as he spoke, the essences of a hundred perfumes were exhaled from his breath. “I am the genius of clouds and sunshine, and if the light elves will have me for their king I can teach them how to burst the folded buds, to set the blossoms, to pour sweetness into the swelling fruit, to lead the bees through the honey-passages of the flowers, to make the single ear a stalk of wheat, to hatch birds’ eggs, and teach the little ones to sing – all this, and much more,” said Frey, “I know, and will teach them.”
See another fine syllabus, to be passed from a mother to a son, when she deems he’s old enough to bother with.
Source: A. and E. Keary, The Heroes of Asgard: Tales from Scandinavian Mythology, illus. by C. E. Brock (London: Macmillan, 1972 (1930)), pp. 17-18
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