A happy sight indeed!" And I would have run forward to meet them.
"Yes, yes," said my mother; "but await them here, I pray you.

You are not yet strong, my son." And she flung her arms about me and held me.
Presently they were at the bridge, and Steinar, springing from his horse, lifted Iduna from her saddle, a sight at which I saw my mother frown.

Then I would no longer be restrained, but ran forward, crying greetings as I came, and, seizing Iduna's hand, I kissed it.

Indeed, I would have kissed her cheek also, but she shrank back, saying: "Not before all these folk, Olaf." "As you will," I answered, though just then a chill struck me, which, I thought to myself, came doubtless from the cold wind.

"It will be the sweeter afterwards," I added as gaily as I could.
"Yes," she said hurriedly.