"How shamefully you treated me," said now-Queen Yrsa, "when I was a servant of your house! Will you tell me now my parentage? For I know you lied."

"I could tell you a thing or two," said Queen Olof. "Indeed, I came entirely to enlighten you thus. But tell me first: are you happy, my Yrsa?"

"I am so, and well may I be happy, for I have the most magnificent king of this far-flung world for husband."

"That is not so happy as you think," laughed Olof, "for that same king made on me a daughter, and so were you born! Your father lays your marriage bed!"

Yrsa wailed: "I know now my mother, the vilest and cruelest of women! This is an enormity that can never be lost to mind!"