He shall throw away a sceptre for a woman's kiss, and yet gain a greater sceptre.

Olaf, whom we curse, shall be Olaf the Blessed.
Yet in the end shall we prevail against his flesh and that of those who cling to him preaching that which is upon the sword but not with the sword, among whom thou shalt be numbered, woman--thou, and another, who hast done him wrong." The voice died away, and was followed by a silence so deep that at length I could bear it no more.
"Ask of the war," I said, "and of what shall happen." "It is too late," answered the voice of Freydisa.

"I sought to know of you, Olaf, and you alone, and now the spirit has left me." Then came another long silence, after which Freydisa sighed thrice and awoke.

We went out of the temple, I bearing the lamp and she resting on my arm.

Near the door I turned and looked back, and it seemed to me that the image of the god glared upon me wrathfully.
"What has chanced ?" asked Freydisa when we stood beneath the light of the friendly stars.