I am mad with joy.—At least I think it’s joy. Strangers have come, and it’s a whole new game.
Tedium is the worst pain. The mind lays out the world in blocks, and the hushed blood waits for revenge.
The Danes were not pleased, to say the least, that the Geats had come to save them. Honor is very big with them; they’d rather be eaten alive than be bailed out by strangers.