It was the torque which Heidrek's men had taken from him, and I told her so.
Whereon she took from the casket a wonderful, twisted torque, the like of which I had never seen, for it was not of Norse work, and gave it to him.

He took it and looked at it curiously, and his face lighted up.

It had some strange writings on it, and he read them.
Then he turned to Gerda, and it was plain that somewhat had pleased him mightily.
"Queen," he said, "this is a greater gift to me than you ken.

It is strange that this torque should come to me here, for there is a song of it which I have known since I was able to learn aught.

It is the song of its losing." "Thorwald, my grandfather, won it on the high seas from Danish Vikings," she answered eagerly.