I know that had she faced us in life in the entry of the chamber, clad as she was in her mail and helm, I had been sure that she was a Valkyria, sent hither by Odin to choose the hero yonder for his halls.
"She is long in coming round," said Bertric presently.

"It may be as well to close up that chamber before she sees it open, lest she take us for common robbers, and be terrified." Dalfin laughed a little.
"Helm and mail and fear should not go together," he said.
"She will wake without thought of what she has tried to be," answered Bertric.

"Get the place closed, Malcolm, anywise." Now Dalfin and I went together, and set back the timbers in their places.

But they would not bide there properly, and I took up the hammer we had used to take them down, and drove one or two of the upper nails again lightly, Dalfin kneeling and holding the ends below.

Whether the sharp click of the iron roused the girl or not I cannot say, but I had not driven more than three before I heard a little cry behind me, and turned to see if there was anything amiss.
The girl was sitting up, and seeming not to heed Bertric at all--for he was behind her and supporting her--was looking at us two with wide eyes of fear and wonder.