Again I tugged, and now it was the neck of the Wanderer that broke, for the head rolled from the body, and the gold chain came loose between the two.
"Let us be going," said Freydisa, as I hid away the necklace.

"The oil in the lamps burns low, and even I do not care to be left here in the dark with this mighty one whom we have robbed." "There's his armour," I said.

"I'd have that armour; it is wonderful." "Then stop and get it by yourself," she answered, "for my lamp dies." "At least, I will take the sword," I exclaimed, and snatched at the belt by which it was girt about the body.

The leather had rotted, and it came away in my hand.
Holding it, I clambered over the stone after Freydisa, and followed her down the passage.

Before we reached the end of it the lamps went out, so that we must finish our journey in the dark.