The Coming of the Shining One The Norseman turned toward us.

There was now no madness in his eyes; only a great weariness.

And there was peace on the once tortured face.
"Helma," he whispered, "I go a little before! Soon you will come to me--to me and the Yndling who will await you--Helma, _meine liebe!_" Blood gushed from his mouth; he swayed, fell.

And thus died Olaf Huldricksson.
We looked down upon him; nor did Lakla, nor Larry, nor I try to hide our tears.

And as we stood the _Akka_ brought to us that other mighty fighter, Rador; but in him there was life, and we attended to him there as best we could.
Then Lakla spoke.
"We will bear him into the castle where we may give him greater care," she said.