It was a splendid thing that rocket. Some would find it a bit sinister with its plump form, black, grey and red paint scheme and the skeleton and the maiden that was painted on the side (she still liked to see it as an homage to Schubert even though she knew it was not meant that way.) But to Arm Odino it was a beauty in steel. It had been given to her on her eighteenth birthday and was more than just a gift of love.
It was a life insurance! No one would dare attack the country that she was to inherit as long as this rocket could carry a warhead.
Something stabbed at her heart every time she saw the dedication painted with Fraktur letters on one of the fins.
To Arm Odino, from Father.
