So the hosts met at Wolfstone, and fierce fight befell there;
Helgi rushed forth through the host of his foes, and many a
man fell there; at last folk saw a great company of shieldmaidens,like burning flames to look on, [...]
-from The Saga of the Volsungs, Chapter IX
Have been captivated by Icelandic sagas this last year... it's a whole new world of literature and one I'm thrilled to explore. The Volsungasaga is my favourite so far. What is yours?