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Updated: May 16, 2025
The moon was behind us and the Brunhilda was like a swanboat sailing down with the moonlight sending her, ja. "I heard my Freda say: 'I see a nisse coming down the track of the moon. And I hear her mother laugh, low, like a mother does when her Yndling dreams. I was happy that night with my Helma and my Freda, and the Brunhilda sailing like a swan-boat, ja.
"I saw mine Freda when the stone swung. She lay there just at my feet. I picked her up and I saw that mine Freda was dead. But I hoped and I thought maybe mine Helma was somewhere here, too, So I ran with mine yndling here " His voice broke. "I thought maybe she was not dead," he went on. "And I saw that" he pointed to the Moon Pool "and I thought I would bathe her face and she might live again.
There was now no madness in his eyes; only a great weariness. And there was peace on the once tortured face. "Helma," he whispered, "I go a little before! Soon you will come to me to me and the Yndling who will await you Helma, meine liebe!" Blood gushed from his mouth; he swayed, fell. And thus died Olaf Huldricksson.
The Norseman's eyes filled; he stretched a hand to the O'Keefe. "The Yndling she is of the de Dode," he half whispered, "of the blessed dead. For her I have no fear and for her vengeance will be given me. Ja! But my Helma she is of the dead-alive like those we saw whirling like leaves in the light of the Shining Devil and I would that she too were of de Dode and at rest.
"Staerk!" he said. "Ja strong, and with a strong heart. A man ja! He comes too we shall need him ja!" "I tell," he muttered, and seated himself on the side of the bunk. "It was four nights ago. My Freda" his voice shook "Mine Yndling! She loved the moonlight. I was at the wheel and my Freda and my Helma they were behind me.
Then I stared down myself into the Moon Pool, and there, sinking, was a little maid whose dead face and fixed, terror-filled eyes looked straight into mine; and ever sinking slowly, slowly vanished! And I knew that this was Olaf's Freda, his beloved yndling! But where was the mother, and where had Olaf found his babe? The Russian was first to speak.
And my Freda jumped into her arms. And the fire wrapped them both and they were gone! A little I saw them whirling on the moon track behind the Brunhilda and they were gone! "The sparkling devil took them! Loki was loosed, and he had power. I turned the Brunhilda, and I followed where my Helma and mine Yndling had gone. My boys crept up and asked me to turn again. But I would not.
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