"Freya guide you, my bride!" cried Olvir, and he pressed his lips to her downbent head.
CHAPTER XXVI
Unmeet we should do
As the doings of wolves are,
Raising wrongs 'gainst each other
As the dogs of the Norns,
The greedy ones nourished
In waste steads of the earth.
LAY OF HAMDIR.
When Liutrad returned with the sombre Benedictine robe for his earl, he found Olvir pacing restlessly up and down the Aisne bank.