Iduna, who is the only one left to me, could marry a man of more wealth and power than this rune-making stripling is ever likely to be.

Yet just now I know none such whom I would wish to hold my place when I am gone.

Moreover, it is spread far and wide throughout the land that my daughter is to be wed to Thorvald's son, and it matters little to which son.

At least, I will not have it said that she has been given the go-by.

Therefore, let this Olaf take her, if she will have him.