Matthew Phipps Shiel,
The Spectre-Ship
(1896)
“ The bay was at the inner end of the long, winding fjord. A greensward sloped gently up from the beach, crowned at the top with an edge of forest; and midway stood the low, widespread burg, or manor-house, of the Viking’s domain. To this turned Gurth, holding a hand of each of the children. So fast he walked that he dragged them; his grasp hurt them. Exultation was dancing in his heart and gloomy eye. He was master at last — perhaps for good — for Odin sends out his Valkyries, and Sigurd the Viking was but mortal man.Gurth, at a time when most men were warriors, was not a warrior ”
