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The Black One was the first to notice her amid the confusion. He dropped the cloak he was waving and stared at her wonderingly for a moment; then he burst into a boisterous laugh. "Look at the shield-maiden, comrades, look at the shield-maiden! It has come into her mind that she is going back to Thorhild!" For a moment Alwin wondered who Thorhild might be.
"There, you have admitted that I am right!" Helga cried triumphantly. "He was afraid of the dwarfs; and a man who is afraid of anything is a coward." But Sigurd could fence with his tongue as well as with his sword. "What then is a shield-maiden who is afraid of her kinswoman?" he parried. And they fell to wrangling laughingly between themselves.
The description of their second meeting, when he finds her among her maidens, and she prophesies that he will marry Giuki's daughter, and also the meeting between her and Gudrun before the latter's marriage, represent a later development of the story, inconsistent with the older conception of the Shield-maiden.
The Shield-maiden too remembered, but thinking that Gunnar had fairly won her, accepted her fate until Gudrun in spite and jealousy revealed the trick that had been played on her. Of the treachery of the Giukings Brynhild takes little heed; but death alone can pay for Sigurd's unconscious betrayal.
Perhaps she their runes also understands?" Finding this a question addressed to him, Alwin answered that he knew her to understand them, having heard her read from a book of Saxon prayers. Tyrker rolled up his eyes devoutly. "Heaven itself it is that so has ordered it for the shield-maiden! You see, my son?
And Gudrid, opening her eyes to see Helga's fair face bending over her to put a wine cup to her lips, murmured faintly, "A Valkyria could not look more beautiful to me than you do. Tell me what you are called, that I may know what name to love you by." "I am called Helga, Gilli's daughter," the shield-maiden answered, with just an edge of bitterness on the last words.
We will go in here, and you shall set it." Tyrker blinked at her for a moment with an expression of mingled affection and wonder; then he drew a deep breath. "Donnerwetter, but you are a true shield-maiden!" he said in a wavering treble.
She set her teeth over her lip to stop its trembling, and stiffened herself to the iron composure of a shield-maiden. "It is true that you are yet in great danger. His anger has not yet departed from him, for not once has your name passed his lips. Sit down here and tell me what you think of your case."
Instead, she flung up her head with a spirit that sent the long locks flying. Even when anger began to distort his face, anger headlong and terrible as Eric's, her glance crossed his like a sword-blade. "You need not look at me like that, kinsman," she said, fiercely. "It is your own fault for giving me into the power of a mean-minded brute, you who brought me up to be a free Norse shield-maiden!"
"Though once I would have said that wooing a shield-maiden was a very similar sport," Rolf added, pleasantly. Whereupon Sigurd shook them both, with an energy that sent all three sprawling on their faces, to the huge amusement of those who came after. They scrambled to their feet in front of a tall sumach bush that grew half-way up the slope.
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