Once had my mother seen the Lady, and that was on the day that my father was slain.

Therefore had she seen unmoved the coming of Grinkel, for she knew already what had befallen.

I had not seen the Lady, but I know that many others of my race had done so, and ever before the coming to them of somewhat great that was not always ill.

But she never spoke to them, but floated, white robed, over the mere, singing at times, or silent.
Now it came into my mind that the thrall was not so far wrong, and that there was a chance that Gunnhild might have some hiding place among those woods about the mere, for no man willingly searches them, and Danes fear these places more than we, being heathenish altogether.

So I asked Brand if the Danes knew about the White Lady.
"Ay, master, they soon learned that.