Then thrice she tossed her hands aloft, saying:
“From love to sleep!
From sleep to death!
From death to Hela!
Say, lovers, where shall ye kiss again?”
Then the light went out of her eyes and she laughed low. And ever as she whispered, the spoken words of the two in the shut bed grew fainter and more faint, till at length they died away, and a silence fell upon the place.
“Thou hast no cause to fear the sword of Eric, Gizur,” she said. “Nothing will wake him now till daylight comes.”
“Thou art awesome!” answered Gizur, for he shook with fear. “Look not on me with those flaming eyes, I pray thee!”
“Fear not,” she said, “the fire is out. Now to the work.”
“What must we do, then?”
“Thou must do this. Thou must enter and slay Eric.”
“That I can not—that I will not!” said Gizur.
She turned and looked at him, and lo! her eyes began to flame again—upon his eyes they seemed to burn.