'Mid blissful victory--
Then, from thy faithful hand,
Lightly will take it
On swan-wings downward to thee floating,
Shining in beauty,
Valhalla's fairest Valkyria,
And bear thee, loyal one,
Upward to Odin."
Lastly, he put on the belt from which the sword hung in its sheath, saying:
"As the belt now girdles thee,