I think she bade the king farewell at that time.
"You have my father's sword also," she said to me softly.

"I think that if you have but a little time to wear these things which he loved, you will not dishonour them." She gave me no time to say more, and I do not know what I could have answered, save that I hoped that I might be worthy.

Little chance of much fighting were we likely to have--and yet there was just a hope that we might fall in a ring of foes on the deck of the pirate.
Gerda buckled on those weapons for us.

And then Dalfin must end his song, and it was good to see and hear him, if only he and myself understood the words.

But Heidrek crept up to us all the time, if we forgot him for the moment under the spell of the wild song.
The clear voice ceased, for the song was ended.