When mine, the first of them, was beached, I leapt from it, and running to her, knelt down and kissed her hand.
"I see you, my son Olaf," she said, "but where are your father and brother ?" "Yonder, mother," I answered, pointing to the ships, and could say no more.
"Then why do they tarry, my son ?" "Alas! mother, because they sleep and will never wake again." Now Thora wailed aloud and fell down senseless.

Three days later she died, for her heart, which was weak, could not bear this woe.

Once only did she speak before she died, and then it was to bless me and pray that we might meet again, and to curse Iduna.

Folk noted that of Steinar she said nothing, either good or ill, although she knew that he lived and was a prisoner.
Thus it came about that I, Olaf, was left alone in the world and inherited the lordship of Aar and its subject lands.

No one remained save my dark-browed uncle, Leif, the priest of Odin, Freydisa, the wise woman, my nurse, and Steinar, my captive foster-brother, who had been the cause of all this war.
The dying words of Ragnar had been noised abroad.