'And this is the knife I was thinking of using, you see,' said Tsuliwansis, fussing around. 'Just been sharpening it up nicely, you see. It comes up very nice if you get a nice sweeping action with the stone, and I was thinking here would be a good place, you see? Here on the wall, I can stick the handle in this crack so it's held nice and firm, and then just go fling! And fling myself at it. Fling! You see? I wonder, should it be a little lower, what do you think, my dear? Know about these things, do you?'
Kate explained that she did not, and managed to sound reasonably calm about it.
'Tsuliwansis,' said Thor, 'we have come not to stay but to...Tsuli - please put the knife down.'
Tsuliwansis was standing looking up at them quite chirpily, but she was also holding the knife, with its great heavy sweeping blade, poised over her own left wrist.
'Don't mind me, dears,' she said, 'I'm quite comfortable. I can just pop off any time I'm ready. Happy to. These times are not to live in. Oh, no. You go off and be happy. I won't disturb your happiness with the sound of me screaming. I'll hardly make a sound with the knife as you go.' She stood quivering and challenging.
Carefully, almost gently, Thor reached out and drew the knife away and out of her shaking hand. The old woman seemed to crumple as it went, and all the performance faded out of her. She sat back in a heap on her box. Thor squatted down in front of her, slowly drew her to him and hugged her. She gradually seemed to come back to life, and eventually pushed him away telling him not to be so stupid, and then made a bit of a fuss of smoothing out her hopelessly ragged and dirty black dress.
When once she had composed herself properly she turned her attention to Kate and looked her up and down.
'You're a mortal, dear, aren't you?' she said at last.
'Well... yes,' said Kate.
'I can tell it from your fancy dress. Oh, yes. Well, now you see what the world looks like from the other side, don't you, dear? What do you think then?'
Kate explained that she did not yet know what to think. Thor sat himself down on the floor and leant his big head back against the wall, half-closing his eyes. Kate had the sense that he was preparing himself for something.
'It used to be things were not so different,' continued the old woman. 'Used to be lovely here, you know, all lovely. Bit of give and take between us. Terrible rows, of course, terrible fights, but really it was all lovely. Now?' She let out a long and tired sigh, and brushed a bit of nothing much off the wall.
'Oh, things are bad,' she said, 'things are very bad. You see things get affected by things. Our world affects your world, your world affects our world. Sometimes it is hard to know exactly what that effect is. Very often it is hard to like it, either. Most of them, these days, are difficult and bad. But our worlds are so nearly the same in so many ways. Where in your world you have a building there will be a structure here as well. Maybe it will be a small muddy hillock, or a beehive, or an abode like this one. Maybe it will be something a little grander, but it will be something. You all right, Thor, dear?'
The Thunder God closed his eyes and nodded. His elbows lay easily across his knees. The ragged strips of Kate's nightgown bound about his left forearm were limp and wet. He idly pushed them off.
'And where there is something which is not dealt with properly in your world,' the old lady pranled on, 'as like as not it will emerge in ours. Nothing disappears. No guilty secret. No unspoken thought. It may be a new and mighty god in our world, or it may be just a gnat, but it will be here. I might add that these days it is more often a gnat than a new and mighty god. Oh, there are so many more gnats and fewer immortal gods than once there were.'
'How can there be fewer immortals?' asked Kate. 'I don't want to be pedantic about it, but - '
'Well, there's being immortal, dear, and then again there's being immortal. I mean, if I could just get this knife properly secured and then work up a really good fling, we'd soon see who was immortal and who wasn't.'
'Tsuli...' admonished Thor, but didn't open his eyes to do it.
'One by one we're going, though. We are, Thor. You're one of the few that care. There's few enough now that haven't succumbed to alcoholism or the onx.'
'What is that? Some kind of disease?' asked Kate. She was beginning to feel cross again. Having been dragged unwillingly from her flat and hurled across the whole of East Anglia on the end of a hammer, she was irritated at being then just abandoned to a conversation with an insanely suicidal old woman while Thor just sat and looked content with himself, leaving her to make an effort she was not in a mood to make.
'It's an affliction, dear, which only gods get. It really means that you can't take being a god any more, which is why only gods get it you see.'
'I see.'
'In the final stages of it you simply lie on the ground and after a while a tree grows out of your head and then it's all over. You rejoin the earth, seep into its bowels, flow through its vital arteries, and eventually emerge as a great pure torrent of water, and as like as not get a load of chemical was te dumped into you. It's a grim business being a god nowadays, even a dead god.
'Well,' she said, patting her knees. Her eyes hovered on Thor, who had opened his eyes but was only using them to stare at his own knuckles and fingertips. 'Well, I hear you have an appointment tonight, Thor.'
'Hmm,' grunted Thor, without moving.
'I hear you've called together the Great Hall for the Challenging Hour, is that right?'
'Hmm,' said Thor.
'The Challenging Hour, hmm? Well, I know that things have not been too good between you and your father for a long time. Hmm?'
Thor wasn't going to be drawn. He said nothing.
'I thought it was quite dreadful about Wales,' continued Tsuliwansis. 'Don't know why you stood for it. Of course I realise that he's your father and the All-Father which makes it difficult. But, Odin, Odin - I've known him for
