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“Blitzen!�� Junior suddenly appeared. He crutched toward me with his rocket-powered walker and a lot of friends. “Get him, boys!��
“Ha! Eat light, Junior!�� I unleashed the power of the mini bed.
Sadly, instead of a turn-you-to-stone laser beam, a weak glow enveloped Junior like a soft blanket. The charge had run out. A thin crust formed around him. It was nowhere near as dramatic as instant petrification, but it was startling enough to make the other dwarves pause.
And that made me think about how I looked to them. A dwarf who handcrafts a weapon that I know what it’s like to be petrified. It stinks. So I had every intention of cutting Alviss free on his next pass-by and then dipping him in the river to restore him. But before I could, the stalactite attached to the rope broke. Alviss’s momentum carried him over the cliff edge. He landed with a splash in the water below.
“Oops.�� I peered down, then waved my hand dismissively. “Ah, he’ll be fine.��
“Blitzen!�� Junior suddenly appeared. He crutched toward me with his rocket-powered walker and a lot of friends. “Get him, boys!��
“Ha! Eat light, Junior!�� I unleashed the power of the mini bed.
Sadly, instead of a turn-you-to-stone laser beam, a weak glow enveloped Junior like a soft blanket. The charge had run out. A thin crust formed around him. It was nowhere near as dramatic as instant petrification, but it was startling enough to make the other dwarves pause.
And that made me think about how I looked to them. A dwarf who handcrafts a weapon that petrifies other dwarves? Not cool.
“Listen!�� I yelled. “My argument is with Junior, not you. When he decrustifies, tell him I want to talk.��
I put the mini bed on the ground and showed them my empty hands while slowly backing away.
It would have been a very powerful moment if I hadn’t backed off the cliff into the river. As I thrashed through the churning water toward shore, three things occurred to me. One, Junior would never, ever forgive me. Two, my cashmere hoodie was ruined. And three . . . Mimir owed me a lot more than a quarter.”
― Rick Riordan, 9 From the Nine Worlds

“Then spoke Gangleri: 'Where is the chief centre or holy place of the gods?'
High replied: 'It is at the ash Yggdrasil. There the gods must hold their courts each day.'
Then spoke Gangleri: 'What is there to tell about that place?'
Then said Just-as-high: 'The ash is of all trees the biggest and best. Its branches spread out over all the world and extend across the sky. Three of the tree's roots support it and extend very, very far. One is among the Æsir, the second among the frost-giants, where Ginnungagap once was. The third extends over Niflheim, and under that root is Hvergelmir, and Nidhogg gnaws the bottom of the root. But under the root that reaches towards the frost-giants, there is where Mimir's well is, which has wisdom and intelligence contained in it, and the master of the well is called Mimir. He is full of learning because he drinks of the well from the horn Giallarhorn. All-father went there and asked for a single drink from the well, but he did not get one until he placed his eye as a pledge. Thus it says in Voluspa:
I know it all, Odin, where you deposited your eye, in that renowned well of Mimir. Mimir drinks mead every morning from Val-father's pledge. Know you yet, or what?”
― Anthony Faulkes, Edda: Skaldskaparmal (Set of 2 Copies)