But I knew her not; the thing had come to me by chance, and I threw it aside to be forgotten.
It is best to tell quickly that those years were swift and full.

Early in the second a letter from Solon, read at a random camp-fire, told me of my namesake's coming.

For the other years I pleased myself prodigiously by remembering that she must speak my name openly to her first-born.

And I lusted for battle, then.

I was an early Norseman, and I would escape the prosaic bed-death, since, for those dying thus, Held waited in her chill prison-house below, with hunger her dish, starvation her knife, care her bed, and anguish her curtains.