Then Balder said:
My darling young ones, why for a moment won’t you wait and taste of ages past and the gifts they send to us? Their gifts to you in bottles plenty wait at my hand. But I know, for once when youth weighed heavily upon my brow I, too, did run and dance and chase the wind. So for thee, my young friend mix I hear the Ecstasy with flavors sweet which excite your nights to light and fancy, and add the meister to toast the past with complexities beyond your palet now. Now go, enjoy, drink fast, dance fast, live fast. The night is young and so are you. Tomorrow brings another year when you will slow, but I will be here lest you worry your journey’s end comes too soon.