H. A. Guerber, Myths of northern lands (1895)
“ They and their steeds were the personification of the clouds, their glittering weapons being the lightning flashes. The ancients imagined that they swept down to earth at Valfather’s command, to choose among the slain the heroes worthy to taste the joys of Valhalla, and brave enough to lend their aid to the gods when the great battle was to be fought.“There through some battlefield, where men fall fast,Their horses fetlock-deep in blood, they ride,And pick the bravest warriors out for death,Whom they bring back with them at night to Heaven,To glad the gods and feast in Odin’s hall.” ”
