Olaf, you know the rest." "Aye, Steinar, I know the rest.

Iduna is lost to me, and for that perhaps I should thank you, although such a thrust as this leaves the heart sore for life.

My father, my mother, my brother--all are lost to me, and you, too, who were as my twin, are about to be lost.

Night has you all, and with you a hundred other men, because of the madness that was bred in you by the eyes of Iduna the Fair, who also is lost to both of us.

Steinar, I do not blame you, for I know yours was a madness which, for their own ends, the gods send upon men, naming it love.