No one could now show more pride of race than Aslaug, the poor cottar's daughter.
There was one, however, who did not say so, and that was Aslaug.
Brynhild said: "Our daughter Aslaug thou shalt rear up here with thee."
He had a daughter, Aslaug, who had inherited his cleverness.
But Aslaug was ready enough to call him so when she heard that Astrid and he were betrothed.
In those days it was an unheard-of thing that a well-to-do peasant of old family should court a girl of Aslaug's class.
Aslaug is like a favorite representation of Brynhild that we have seen, a lily-maid in aspect, or a Marguerite.
In the house lived a quick-witted youth, whom Aslaug had taken in out of pity.
"Bow-wow," he barked at Aslaug, and threw his forepaws up on her.
Brynhild said, "Aslaug the daughter of me and Sigurd shall be nourished here with thee."