Prowess in war is the readiest appraiser of men's spirits.

Therefore let warriors have no fearfulness and the brave no fickleness: let pleasure quit their soul and yield place to arms.

Glory is now appointed for wages; each can be the arbiter of his own renown, and shine by his own right hand.

Let nought here be tricked out with wantonness: let all be full of sternness, and learn how to rid them of this calamity.

He who covets the honours or prizes of glory must not be faint with craven fear, but go forth to meet the brave, nor whiten at the cold steel." At this utterance, Bjarke, awakened, roused up his chamber-page Skalk speedily, and addressed him as follows: "Up, lad, and fan the fire with constant blowing; sweep the hearth clear of wood, and scatter the fine ashes.