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“Oh yes. Take Thor, for instance. As you say, he is best known as the god of thunder. But would it interest you to know that, when famine threatened, it was Thor to whom the ancient peoples of Scandinavia prayed to send a good harvest—a role traditionally allocated to a sun god? Or that sun gods the world over have customarily been depicted holding axes—which look a great deal like Thor’s famous hammer? In fact, some scholars have suggested that they were the prototypes for it.”
“But what does that have to do with—”
“And that, according to legend, of the four horses that drew Apollo’s chariot, one was named Lightning and another Thunder? Or that Apollo was said to have used lightning and thunder—the elements, not the horses—to drive away marauding Gauls who threatened his sanctuary at Delphi?”
“Um, okay, but—”
“The ancient Gauls also considered the god of thunder and the sun god to be one,” Jonas said, really getting into it now. “Images have been found in France of a god resting one hand on a wheel, the symbol for the sun, and holding a flash of lightning in the other. And the Slavonian god of thunder, Perun, was honored with an oak-log fire.”
“Oak?”
“In Greece, oak was the wood dedicated to the sun god.”
I stared at the chalkboard, and the queasy feeling doubled. I swallowed. “So . . . so what you’re trying to say is that—”
“And then there’s the Hindu god Indra. He had early aspects of a sun god, riding in a golden chariot across the heavens to bring the day. But he is more often known as the god of thunder, wielding the celestial weapon Vajra—a lightning bolt.”
“Jonas—”
“And then there’s the fact that Thor’s home was said to be in Jotunheim, in the east, connecting him again to the rising—”
“Jonas!” That was Pritkin.
I looked up at the sound of his voice to see him standing in the doorway to the foyer, arms crossed and green eyes narrowed. He looked pretty pale, for some reason, and instead of his usual ramrod posture, he was leaning against the wall. But he was alive and looking pissed off and I’d never been so happy to see him.
“Hm? Yes?” Jonas blinked at him.
“Are you trying to tell us that Thor and Apollo are two names for the same being?”
“Well, yes,” Jonas said, as if that went without saying. “And once I realized that, well, naturally I began to wonder. . . .”
He and Pritkin stared at the board for a long minute. “Wonder what?” I finally blurted out.
Jonas looked at me. “Well, if we aren’t fighting Ragnarok right now, of course.”
Chapter Eighteen
“Breathe,” Pritkin told me, and I tried. But suddenly, that seemed a lot harder than normal.
“It’s merely a theory,” Jonas said, fussing about the kitchen. We’d moved after that little revelation, because he’d declared that we needed tea. Personally, I didn’t think tea was going to fix this.
“Even if we accept the identification of Thor with Apollo,” Pritkin said, “which many scholars do not—”
“They don’t, you know,” Jonas assured me. “Really they don’t.”
“—there remains the fact that the creature in question is dead. Whatever his name, he is no longer an issue.”
“That’s very true.” Jonas and his hair nodded emphatically.
“Then why did you bring it up?” I asked harshly.
“Why, because of the others, of course.”
Pritkin and I looked at each other, while Jonas kept opening cabinets. He paused slightly when he came to one that had a fork sticking out of it, half-buried in the wood, but he didn’t comment. “You haven’t any tea?” he finally asked me, looking as if he knew that couldn’t be right.
“No.”
He blinked. “None whatsoever?”
