"Let me have a weapon, and I shall not be the first of us who has fallen unmailed." "No," said Gerda, "it is my fancy that my champions shall be well armed.

Open the small chest yonder." I did so, and in that lay a most beautiful byrnie and helm, if anything better than those we had been choosing from.

It was the only suit here, and Gerda looked wistfully at it.
"Take that one, Malcolm," she said.

"It will fit you.

It was one of my father's--and I had a fancy that Thorwald would take it to him in Asgard, for he lies on the Swedish shore, and it might not be laid in the mound with him.