Fame follows us in death, and glory shall outlive our crumbling ashes! And that which perfect valour hath achieved during its span shall not fade for ever and ever.

What want we with closed floors?
Why doth the locked bolt close the folding-gates?
For it is now the third cry, Bjarke, that calls thee, and bids thee come forth from the barred room." Bjarke rejoined: "Warlike Hjalte, why dost thou call me so loud?
I am the son-in-law of Rolf.

He who boasts loud and with big words challenges other men to battle, is bound to be venturous and act up to his words, that his deed may avouch his vaunt.

But stay till I am armed and have girded on the dread attire of war.
"And now I tie my sword to my side, now first I get my body guarded with mail-coat and headpiece, the helm keeping my brows and the stout iron shrouding my breast.

None shrinks more than I from being burnt a prisoner inside, and made a pyre together with my own house: though an island brought me forth, and though the land of my birth be bounded, I shall hold it a debt to repay to the king the twelve kindreds which he added to my honours.