Brisingamen and Odur could not live together in the palace of Folkvang.
Still she wore round her neck Brisingamen, the necklace that lost her Odur.
In a while she looked down and saw Brisingamen and her misery went from her.
Then the Immortal went away; but is not Brisingamen better then he?
"Brisingamen is fair," she said, as she bade farewell to her image in the lake.
Brisingamen was reflected in the water too, and its rare colours flashed from the little waves.
Her mother took her in her arms, but the child, when she looked on Brisingamen, turned away crying.