There shall be a Danish kingdom built upon sand.

Cnut shall reign, but his throne shall fall.

The wave of English love for England's kings of her own race cannot be stayed." Then I was downcast, for hope that the Danes would be driven from the land had filled all my mind, and I said: "Surely the vision may mean that we shall sweep away the Danish rule as the waves sapped the throne and swept over its place." "Aye, may it be so," answered Olaf.

"Often one may read these visions best even as their bodings come to pass.

Let us go back.
This is a lonesome place, and strange fancies weigh down a man's mind when all he may hear is the wind singing to the surges.