It is not fitting that you three should fall and pass to Asgard all unlike warriors--in that thrall-like gear.
"Come with me, Malcolm, and bring what I shall find for you." I followed her until she stayed at the entrance to the penthouse, and I half feared that she would bid me open and enter it.

In truth, we had almost forgotten what lay there, but now I could not but remember, and the old dread came back to me.

But she did not do so.

She pointed to one of the great chests which had been stowed between the boats, and bade me open it.

I had to tug at it to bring it forward, for it was heavy, and then threw the lid back.
It was full of mail, and with the close-knit ring shirts were helms, and some few short, heavy swords.
"War spoils of the old days before Harald Fairhair," she said.
"When my grandfather had many foes, and knew how to guard himself.
All these would have been rent and spoiled before they were laid in the ship mound--but at the last there was not time--thus." Now she called to Dalfin, and he came eagerly, with a cry of delight on seeing the war gear.
"Lift them, and choose what you will for yourselves and Bertric," she said.