I raised him up, for he was very feeble, and again the touch of the gold put a word into his mind.
"Jarl, and son of Odin," he said, smiling, "no need for you to wait that dim Ragnarok fight of yours for warfare against evil.

That fight has begun, and in it you may take your part now, that you may share in the victory hereafter." Then I said, for I minded how useless to me seemed this life here: "What part have you therein, father--you and the brethren ?" "We pray for those who have forgotten to do so for themselves," he answered.

"And we are of those whose sorest fight has been against evil within." So we went into the chapel for the vespers with him, and the day was done.

But in the morning there hung on the black cross on the green grass a wreath of white flowers which no brother had set there..