Her hair descended in many long plaits on to her shoulders.

For head-dress she wore two horns, supporting between them a burnished disc of gold like to that of the moon when it is full.
"Strange gods!" I muttered.
"Aye," answered Freydisa, "yet maybe true ones to those who worship them.

But we will talk of these later; now for their servant." Then she dropped the figures into a pouch at her side, and began to examine the trunk of the oak tree, of which the outer sap wood had been turned to tinder by age, leaving the heart still hard as iron.
"See," she said, pointing to a line about four inches from the top, "the tree has been sawn in two length-ways and the lid laid on.

Come, help." Then she took an iron-shod staff which we had brought with us, and worked its sharp point into the crack, after which we both rested our weight upon the staff.

The lid of the coffin lifted quite easily, for it was not pegged down, and slid of its own weight over the side of the tree.