IDUNA WEARS THE NECKLACE I lay sleeping in my bed at Aar, the sword of the Wanderer by my side and his necklace beneath my pillow.

In my sleep there came to me a very strange and vivid dream.

I dreamed that I was the Wanderer, no other man, and here I, who write this history in these modern days, will say that the dream was true.
Once in the far past I, who afterwards was born as Olaf, and who am now--well, never mind my name--lived in the shape of that man who in Olaf's time was by tradition known as the Wanderer.

Of that Wanderer life, however, for some reason which I cannot explain, I am able to recover but few memories.

Other earlier lives come back to me much more clearly, but at present the details of this particular existence escape me.