And nowhere the scald can rest.”
With his dying breath he chanted the following stave, showing that his early love, Kolfina, had not been forgotten during his long years of warfare and wanderings:—
“The binder of her wimpled brow
Will shade these lovely eyes, I know,
With white hands soft and tender.
The rain-storm flood will have its way
When she has heard how dead I lay,
Though once I did offend her,
When overboard the warriors cast
Her scald, her love,—of all the past,