We might go and live elsewhere for awhile, or always, for with your wisdom and my beauty joined together what could we not conquer?
Olaf, I love you now as I have never loved before, cannot you love me again ?" Her arms clung about me; her beautiful blue eyes, shimmering with moonlit tears, held my eyes, and my heart melted beneath her breath as winter snows melt in the winds of spring.

She saw, she understood; she cast herself upon me, shaking her long hair over both of us, and seeking my lips.

Almost she had found them, when, feeling something hard between me and her, something that hurt me, I looked down.

Her cloak had slipped or been thrown aside, and my eye caught the glint of gold and jewels.

In an instant I remembered--the Wanderer's necklace and the dream--and with those memories my heart froze again.
"Nay, Iduna," I said, "I loved you well; there's no man will ever love you more, and you are very fair.