Then we saw that all the deck round the bier was full of caskets and bales, and that on the far wall hung weapons--swords and axes, spears, and bows and arrows, and with them mail shirts and helms and shields, such as the chief himself might wear.

And by the side of the chief, packed carefully in a rushen basket, were the bowls, one metal, and the rest of black earthenware, which held the food for the grave, according to our custom.

There was a tall jar of wine also, covered with its little silver drinking cup.
Now we stood for a little while silent, and then Dalfin spoke.
"What is that yonder ?" he asked under his breath, and pointing to the far end of the chamber.

"As it were a heap of mail and linen." I could not see what he meant, for I stood on one side, but Bertric stepped a pace toward him, and looked more closely past the bier, which almost hid whatever the pile might be.

It seemed the only thing set carelessly, for all else was in perfect order.