Foolishly I said what I had been thinking, namely, that I blessed Ragnar.

At these words, of a sudden Iduna's face grew stern and the lovelight in her eyes was changed to such as gleams from swords.
"I do not bless Ragnar," she answered.

"I hope one day to see Ragnar----" and she checked herself, adding: "Come, let us enter, Olaf.
I hear my father calling me to mix his sleeping-cup." So we went into the house hand in hand, and when they saw us coming thus, all gathered there burst into shouts of laughter after their rude fashion.

Moreover, beakers were thrust into our hands, and we were made to drink from them and swear some oath.

Thus ended our betrothal.
I think it was on the next day that we sailed for home in my father's largest ship of war, which was named the _Swan_.