Biorn's retainers rose with reverence, and took off their helmets; Biorn himself did the same.
"What means this ?" asked Folko very gravely.
"What thy forefathers and mine have done on every Yule feast," answered Biorn.

"We are going to make vows on the boar's head, and then pass the goblet round to their fulfilment." "We no longer keep what our ancestors called the Yule feast," said Folko; "we are good Christians, and we keep holy Christmas-tide." "To do the one, and not to leave the other undone," answered Biorn.

"I hold my ancestors too dear to forget their knightly customs.

Those who think otherwise may act according to their wisdom, but that shall not hinder me.

I swear by the golden boar's head--" And he stretched out his hand, to lay it solemnly upon it.
But Folko called out, "In the name of our holy Saviour, forbear.