Go where the Fylgia [96], whom Alfader gives to each at his birth, leads thee.

Thou didst desire love that seemed shut from thee, and I predicted that thy love should awake from the charnel in which the creed that succeeds to the faith of our sires inters life in its bloom.

And thou didst covet the fame of the Jarl and the Viking, and I blessed thine axe to thy hand, and wove the sail for thy masts.

So long as man knows desire, can Hilda have power over his doom.

But when the heart lies in ashes, I raise but a corpse, that at the hush of the charm falls again into its grave.