I have often spoken with men who were rightly held as veteran warriors, and who yet had seen less warfare in ten years than we saw in those three.
It was endless--unceasing--I would have none go through the like.

I know not now how we bore it.
So I had forgotten Hertha, whether there is blame to me or not.

But now, as I say, with the sudden slackening of warfare came to me the longing for rest.

I would fain find my home again and my playmate, and all else that belonged to the past.

But before I could do so there was work to be done, and I was content to look forward and wait.
Now I might make a long story of the doings of Olaf the king during this summer.