I take it you like my new horse. Oh. It was his Dad’s horse, not his. Hermod tried not to look disappointed, even though he was. But Odin did say the horse could be ridden. Maybe he’d get to ride it someday. He knew he was good with horses.
Then he heard what else his father said. He needed someone to help him run messages. He wanted someone fast and responsible. He looked up at the wall that surrounded. It was a pretty big wall. One he wasn’t allowed to go past without one of his brothers going with him.
“I’m fast,” he said, answering Odin. His father hadn’t actually asked any questions, but he had kind of did. “I mean no one is faster than I am. Mom says so. And I’m responsible, too. I can take care of your horse and you’ll see. Oh! I don’t tell secrets either. Baldr and Hod can tell you that.”
He probably shouldn’t have said that, but he really wanted to impress his father. It would be so great to work with his Dad like that. “I can run messages for you. Sir.”