And mine head must I lay
On my love, the ring-breaker.
LAMENT OF ODDRUN.
Liutrad did not return to the inn until mid-morning of the next day, and then it was to fling himself down with a sigh of discouragement.
"The werwolf is keen of eye and ear," he muttered.
"Rest easy, lad. You've done your best. Another day will see fairer luck."
"If only Father Fulrad were here to aid us! Had he lived, all would have been well."
"I could ask no more from any friend, son of Erling, than what you will do for me. Now I will eat, that my full strength may come to me."
"You have not rested much this night, Olvir. Your war-gear shimmers like starlit ice."
"A bride might use the shield as mirror, for all its dints. Eat now. Here is plain fare, but toothsome."