human
Comrade, I cried in gladness,
gpt
I thought you were slain.
human
The good helm saved me, he answered;
gpt
Are you badly hurt?
human
My head swims yet--that is all. Where is the scald?
gpt
I do not think he is dead, master, he said.
human
Let us draw him inside this house, and then he will be safe till daylight--unless the trolls come back and we cannot hold this doorway till the sun rises.
gpt
They are men, not trolls, I said, pointing to the slain who lay between us and the fire in a lane where Kolgrim had charged through them,
human
One knows not what Sigurd's sword will not bite,
gpt
Why, most of that is your doing,
human
I mind leaping among them, but not that I slew any.