Oh! stop blushing and stammering, I know the story, and all about Iduna the Fair also.

An exalted person told it me, and so did you, although you were not aware that you had done so, for you are not one who can keep a secret to himself.

May all the guardian angels help that necklace-lady if ever she should meet another lady whom I will not name.

And now why do you talk so much?
Are you learning to preach, or what?
If you really do mean to become a monk, Olaf, there is another thing you must give up, and that is war, except of the kind which you saw at the Council the other day.
God above us! what a sight it would be to see you battering another bishop with a hook-shaped staff over a question of images or the Two Natures.

I should be sorry for that bishop.