Gerda saw it, and spoke softly, stepping to the side of the bier.
"It shall please you to arm these warriors who will seek Valhalla with you, my grandfather.

You were wont to arm the friends who would be ready to fall at your side." A wave lifted the ship and swung her, and the shaft of light swayed across the chamber, sparkling on the arms which hung from the timbers.

It lit up the hilt of a gold-runed sword for a moment, and then was gone.
"That is for you, Malcolm the Jarl," Gerda said.

"Take it.

Then choose for the others." Then I unhelmed and stooped and went into the chamber, and took down the sword which the sunbeam had shown me.