Only Ragnar, who stood by, burst into a loud laugh.

Then, putting his arm through mine, he led me into the hall, saying: "This wind is over cold for you, Olaf.

Nay, trouble not about Iduna.
Steinar, Lord of Agger, will care for her, I think." That night there was a feast at Aar, and I sat at it with Iduna by my side.

Beautiful she was indeed in her garment of blue, over which streamed her yellow hair, bright as the gold rings that tinkled on her rounded arms.

She was kind to me also, and bade me tell her the story of the slaying of the bear, which I did as best I could, though afterwards Ragnar told it otherwise, and more fully.