Divine Journey

Isgerd quickly runs up to him and asks, "Heimir! You're back? How was your journey?" With these words, she seats him at the table and presents his favorite dish.

And here is his mother. She was a third of a head shorter than Heimir, with a round, small, lively face and equally lively green eyes, and thick chestnut hair reaching to her waist. She was very active, busy, impressionable, and receptive; endlessly friendly and kind.
Heimir was very glad for this meeting, but the artificiality was obvious: it was as if he had been expected – why was everything so fast? And Isgerd didn't seem particularly surprised. However, Heimir didn't pay attention to this, as he was so glad to meet her.
"Oh-oh-oh, you wouldn't believe it," he began, launching into a story about hunting the hydra. "And so, we got bored of guarding these scoundrels under the windows, so I started pretending to be a bard with a guitar to make things more fun, and suddenly, BAM! And here I am. I'm sorry, but I'll continue my journey, even if I have to start all over again.