OLAF RED-SWORD, the son of Thorvald, is an enemy of us the gods, as was his forefather The Wanderer whose grave he robbed. As his forefather's fate was, so shall his be, for in both of them dwells the same spirit. He shall worship that which is upon the hilt of the sword he stole from the dead, and in this sign shall he conquer.
Great sorrow shall he taste, and great joy. He shall throw away a sceptre for a woman's kiss, and yet gain a greater sceptre. Olaf, who we curse, shall be Olaf the Blessed. Yet in the end shall we prevail against his flesh and that of those who cling to him preaching that which is upon the sword but not with the sword, among whom shalt be numbered the woman who hast wronged him.
From now forevermore, shall Olaf Red-Sword be fated to roam this earth as his ancestor before him, he of a thousand years ago they called The Wanderer. And this curse put upon his head for the crime of stealing from his ancestor's grave the treasure no mortal can ever own, shall he known as the curse of THE WANDERER'S NECKLACE.
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COver art by Ken Barr
First published in 1914 byCassell and Company