TheyhadbeensearchingforusatAar，butinthatdarknesshadfoundnothing。Only，attheheadofthebridgewasFreydisa，atorchinherhand。Sheglancedatmebythelightofthetorch。
“Asmyheartforetold，soitis，“shesaid。“Bringhimin，“thenturnedandrantothehouse。
Theyboremeupbetweenthedoubleranksofstabledkinetowherethegreatfireofturfandwoodburnedattheheadofthehall，andlaidmeonatable。
“Ishedead？“askedThorvald，myfather，whohadcomehomethatnight；
“andifso，how？“