And when I turned of a sudden, she set her hands together and held them out toward me as if she prayed, and cried to me: "Asa Thor! Asa Thor! will you leave me?
Is there no place in Freya's hall--in Gladsheim--for a maiden, if to Asgard she may not come ?" I had no answer.

For the moment I thought that she saw some vision of the Asir beyond my ken, and then knew that it was indeed to myself that she spoke.

For I stood at the door of the house of the dead, with Thor's weapon--the hammer--in my hand, and she wandered in her mind with the weakness that comes after a swoon.
"Hush, lady, hush," said Bertric in a wonderfully gentle voice.

"It is not Thor whom you see, but only a friend." But seeing that I made no answer, nor moved, for I was at a loss altogether, she turned to Dalfin, who still knelt beside me, watching her in blank amaze.

The Norse gods were all but unknown to him, save perhaps as he had heard their names now and then from the Irish Danes.
"You must be Freyr, you other of the greeters of the slain.