"Kiss me now, Olaf.

Oh! what is it that I see in your eyes?
A new light, a strange light! Olaf, you are not one of us.

This time is not your time, nor this place your place.

You travel to the end by another road.

Well, who knows?
At that end we may meet again.
At least I love you." Then he burst into a wild war song of blood and vengeance, and so singing sank down and died.
Afterwards, with much labour, I and the men who were left roped together our vessels, and to them those that we had captured, and when a favouring wind arose, sailed back for Fladstrand.