James was a magnificent rugby player, but he had to leave the field in the match which was going to be the climax of his career because of injury. His manager ordered him to go home and do nothing until he was sufficiently recovered. But James had a restless mind, and he dreamed of journeying to the far north, to vist the land of his ancestors.
He boarded a boat which looked like one of the old Viking ships. It did not appear very seaworthy, but it took him to a far distant place where he beheld Yggdrasil, the mighty ash-tree that binds together the whole world. A man came, bearing a beaker. "Drink", he said.
After the first draught, James saw that flowers and beasts surrounded the foot of the tree. After the second, he saw immortal spirits perching like birds upon the branches. And after the third, he saw the gods themselves.
For an age, James gazed at them with awe. Finally he said, "I have seen you, but now I must go home".
"No", they said. "You are one with us now. Your fame has spread through all time and space, and you are worshipped under the name of Thor".
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