We found him wandering where we were.

And because he is strong we brought him with us.

That is all, O lady, whose voice is sweeter than the honey of the wild bees!" "A shape of cold fire ?" she repeated.
"A shape of cold fire that whirled beneath the moon, with the sound of little bells," answered Larry, watching her intently.
She looked at Lugur and laughed.
"Then he, too, is fortunate," she said.

"For he has come to the place of his something of cold fire--and tell him that he shall join his wife and child, in time; that I promise him." Upon the Norseman's face there was no hint of comprehension, and at that moment I formed an entirely new opinion of Olaf's intelligence; for certainly it must have been a prodigious effort of the will, indeed, that enabled him, understanding, to control himself.
"What does she say ?" he asked.
Larry repeated.
"Good!" said Olaf.

"Good!" He looked at Yolara with well-assumed gratitude.