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Fantasy Fan, v. 1, issue 7, March 1934

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March, 1934	THE FANTASY FAN					103

garment in his grasp.  She sprang back and faced him, her golden locks in wild disarray, her white bosom heaving, her beautiful eyes blazing with terror.  For an instant he stood frozen, awed by her terrible beauty as she posed naked against the snows.
	And in that instant she flung her arms toward the lights that glowed in the skies above her and cried out in a voice that rang in Amra's ears for ever after:
	"Ymir!  Oh, my father, save me!"
	Amra was leaping forward, arms spread to sieze her, when with a crack like the breaking of an ice mountain, the whole skies leaped into icy fire.  The girl's ivory body was suddenly enveloped in a cold blue flame so blinding that the warrior threw up his hands to shield his eyes.  A fleeting instant, skies and snowy hills were bathed in crackling white flames, blue darts of icy light, and frozen crimson fires.  Then Amra staggered and cried out.  The girl was gone.  The glowing snow lay empty and bare; high above him the witch-lights flashed and played in a frosty sky gone mad, and among the distant blue mountains there sounded a rolling thunder as of a gigantic war-chariot rushing behind steeds whose frantic hoofs struck lightning from the snows and echoes from the skies.
	Then suddenly the borealis, the snowy hills and the blazing heavens reeled drunkenly to Amra's sight; thousands of fireballs burst with showers of sparks, and the sky itself became a titanic wheel whidh rained stars as it spun.  Under his feet the snowy hills heaved up like a wave, and the Akbitanan crumpled into the snows to lie motionless.
	In a cold dark universe, whose sun was extiuguished eons ago, Amra felt the movement of life, alien and unguessed.  An earthquake had him in its geip and was shaking him to and fro, at the same time chafing his hands and feet until he yelled in pain and fury and groped for his sword.
	"He's coming to, Horsa," grunted a voice.  "Haste -- we must rub the frost out of his limbs, if he's ever to weild sword again."
	"He won't open his left hand," growled another, his voice indicating muscular strain.  "He's clutching something --"
	Amra opened his eyes and stared into the bearded faces that bent over him.  He was surrounded by tall golden-haired warriors in mail and furs.
	"Amra!  You live!"
	"By Crom, Niord," gasped he, "am I alive, or are we all dead and in Valhalla?"
	"We live," grunted the Aesir, busy over Amra's half-frozen feet.  "We had to fight our way throuhh an ambush, else we had come up with you before the battle was joined.  The corpses were scarce cold when we crme upon the field.  We did not find you among the dead, so we followed your spoor.  In Ymir's name, Amra, why did you wander off into the wastes of the north?  We have followed your tracks in the snow for hours.  Had a blizzard come up and hidden them, we had never found you, by Ymir!"
	"Swear not so often by Ymir," muttered a warrior, glancing at the distant mountains   "This is his land and the god bides among yonder mountains, the legends say."
	"I followed a woman," Amra answered hazily.  "We met Bragi's men in the plains.  I know not how long

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March, 1934 THE FANTASY FAN 103 garment in his grasp. She sprang back and faced him, her golden locks in wild disarray, her white bosom heaving, her beautiful eyes blazing with terror. For an instant he stood frozen, awed by her terrible beauty as she posed naked against the snows. And in that instant she flung her arms toward the lights that glowed in the skies above her and cried out in a voice that rang in Amra's ears for ever after: "Ymir! Oh, my father, save me!" Amra was leaping forward, arms spread to sieze her, when with a crack like the breaking of an ice mountain, the whole skies leaped into icy fire. The girl's ivory body was suddenly enveloped in a cold blue flame so blinding that the warrior threw up his hands to shield his eyes. A fleeting instant, skies and snowy hills were bathed in crackling white flames, blue darts of icy light, and frozen crimson fires. Then Amra staggered and cried out. The girl was gone. The glowing snow lay empty and bare; high above him the witch-lights flashed and played in a frosty sky gone mad, and among the distant blue mountains there sounded a rolling thunder as of a gigantic war-chariot rushing behind steeds whose frantic hoofs struck lightning from the snows and echoes from the skies. Then suddenly the borealis, the snowy hills and the blazing heavens reeled drunkenly to Amra's sight; thousands of fireballs burst with showers of sparks, and the sky itself became a titanic wheel whidh rained stars as it spun. Under his feet the snowy hills heaved up like a wave, and the Akbitanan crumpled into the snows to lie motionless. In a cold dark universe, whose sun was extiuguished eons ago, Amra felt the movement of life, alien and unguessed. An earthquake had him in its geip and was shaking him to and fro, at the same time chafing his hands and feet until he yelled in pain and fury and groped for his sword. "He's coming to, Horsa," grunted a voice. "Haste -- we must rub the frost out of his limbs, if he's ever to weild sword again." "He won't open his left hand," growled another, his voice indicating muscular strain. "He's clutching something --" Amra opened his eyes and stared into the bearded faces that bent over him. He was surrounded by tall golden-haired warriors in mail and furs. "Amra! You live!" "By Crom, Niord," gasped he, "am I alive, or are we all dead and in Valhalla?" "We live," grunted the Aesir, busy over Amra's half-frozen feet. "We had to fight our way throuhh an ambush, else we had come up with you before the battle was joined. The corpses were scarce cold when we crme upon the field. We did not find you among the dead, so we followed your spoor. In Ymir's name, Amra, why did you wander off into the wastes of the north? We have followed your tracks in the snow for hours. Had a blizzard come up and hidden them, we had never found you, by Ymir!" "Swear not so often by Ymir," muttered a warrior, glancing at the distant mountains "This is his land and the god bides among yonder mountains, the legends say." "I followed a woman," Amra answered hazily. "We met Bragi's men in the plains. I know not how long