Look, Iduna." "I look and find nothing," she answered.
"Look again," I said.

"He reaches the top of the mount and stands there staring towards the south.

Oh! now he turns, and the moonlight shines upon his face." "You dream, Olaf," said Steinar.

"If you do not dream, tell us of the likeness of this spirit." "Its likeness," I answered, "is that of a tall and noble man, worn as though with years and sorrows.

He wears strange rich armour that is dinted and soiled; on his head is a cap of mail with two long ear-pieces, beneath which appears his brown hair lined with grey.