There were other gods besides Odin and his company, for what were those which we had found in the Wanderer's tomb?
I longed to know.
Yes, I would go south, as the Wanderer went, and search for them.
Perhaps there in the South I should learn the secret truth--and other things.
I grew weary of these thoughts of gods who could not be found, or who, if found, were but devils.

My mind went back to my childhood's days, when Steinar and I played together on the meads, before any woman had come to wreck our lives.

I remembered how we used to play until we were weary, and how at nights I would tell him tales that I had learned or woven, until at length we sank to sleep, our arms about each other's necks.

My heart grew full of sorrow that in the end broke from my eyes in tears.

Yes, I wept over Steinar, my brother Steinar, and kissed his cold and gory lips.
The evening gathered, the twilight grew, and, one by one, the stars sprang out in the quiet sky, till the moon appeared and gathered all their radiance to herself.