God keep a Norwegian from such a fear.

But when you stand before me in all the brightness of your glory, the fleetingness of everything earthly weighs down my mind, and I cannot refrain from saying, 'Take heed, noble baron! oh, take heed! Even the most beautiful glory comes to an end.'" "Those are wise and pious thoughts," replied Folko calmly, "and I will treasure them in a pure heart." The good Rolf was often with Folko and Gabrielle, and made a connecting link between the two widely differing parties in the castle.

For how could he have ever forsaken his own Sintram! Only in the wild hunting expeditions through the howling storms and tempests he no longer was able to follow his young lord.
At length the icy reign of winter began in all its glory.

On this account a return to Normandy was impossible, and therefore the magical storm was lulled.

The hills and valleys shone brilliantly in their white attire of snow, and Folko used sometimes, with skates on his feet, to draw his lady in a light sledge over the glittering frozen lakes and streams.