"Ye know I am a Viking; what could I do in the Christian's heaven? Should I have my trusty sword?"
"No, my lord, you would need no sword there, for hatred, oppression, and wrong, are unknown in heaven."
"Will ye be my bride then, Ethel?"
"They neither marry, nor are given in marriage, my lord."
"Should I be near you, Ethel, always?"
"I should like to be near you, if I may, my lord."
"Ah, then I would like to go to the Christian's heaven if I might be near you. There will be no Normans there, will there, Ethel?"
"Yes, my lord, I hope there will be Normans there also."
"Norman's there! Ah! that would spoil it, Ethel. What would a Skald like me do with my heart on fire with hatred of these Normans? It will not do, Ethel! It will not do! The Christian's heaven will not do for the Viking!"
"But our God will give you a new heart. He takes our heart of stone and gives us a heart of flesh, so that we love our enemies."