If thou art doughty, strip me when I am dead and do my raiment on thee, and take this ring from my neck, for that is my token, and when they ask thee for a word say, "_No limit_"; for that is the token-word.

Go south-east over the dales keeping Broadshield-fell square with thy right hand, and let thy wisdom, O Fox, lead thee to the Garth of the Romans, and so back to thy kindred with all tidings thou hast gathered--for indeed they come--a many of them.

Give me to drink.' "So he drank again, and said, 'The bearer of this token is called Hrosstyr of the River Goths.

He hath that name among dastards.

Thou shalt lay a turf upon my head.