But the Light, it seems, had a trick in store
that I knew not of—and the game is o’er.
Well, well; what matters a little delay?
Perpetuum mobile’s well under way;
my might is assured through the years and the ages,
the haters of light shall be still in my wages;
in Norway my empire for ever is founded,
though it be to my subjects a riddle unsounded.
[Coming forward.
While to their life-work Norsemen set out