Before that time, she told me that he, Athalbrand, had purposed to marry her to another lord for this very reason, but unhappily this lord had been killed in battle.
"Nay, happily for us, Iduna," I said.
"Perhaps," she answered with a sigh.

"Who knows?
At any rate, your House will be able to give us more ships and men than he who is dead could have done." "Yet I love peace, not war," I broke in, "I who hate the slaying of those who have never harmed me, and do not seek to die on the swords of men whom I have no desire to harm.

Of what good is war when one has enough?
I would be no widow-maker, Iduna, nor do I wish that others should make you a widow." Iduna looked at me with her steady blue eyes.
"You talk strangely, Olaf," she said, "and were it not known to be otherwise, some might hold that you are a coward.

Yet it was no coward who leapt alone on board the battle ship, or who slew the great white bear to save Steinar's life.

I do not understand you, Olaf, you who have doubts as to the killing of men.