She turned her face to me and she turned it on the child, and my Helma's face burned into my heart.

Because it was full of fear, and it was full of happiness--of glaede.

I tell you that the fear in my Helma's face made me ice here"-- he beat his breast with clenched hand--"but the happiness in it burned on me like fire.

And I could not move--I could not move.
"I said in here"-- he touched his head--"I said, 'It is Loki come out of Helvede.

But he cannot take my Helma, for Christ lives and Loki has no power to hurt my Helma or my Freda! Christ lives! Christ lives!' I said.