But it is odd that you should believe that you remembered my song, for, according to tradition, that is just what the chant should do, and what it always did.

Its ancient name means 'The Over-Lord,' because those who sang it and those who heard it were said to remember nothing else, and to fear nothing, not even Death our lord.
It is the welcome that they give to death." "What egregious nonsense!" he blurted out.
"I daresay; but then, why do you understand my nonsense so well?
Tell me, if you will, of what blood are you ?" "Danish, I believe, in the beginning." "Oh," she said, laughing, "no doubt that accounts for it.

Some forefather of yours may have heard the song of the Over-Lord, perhaps from the lips of some foremother of mine.

So, of course, you remembered and understood." "Such a thing will scarcely bear argument, will it ?" "Of course it won't.

I have only been joking all the time, though I do half believe in this old song, as my ancestors did before me.