He very near throwed me over when, in a weak moment, I axed him to let me buy my own Tokening-ring.
"Humorous Ghost Stories"
Dorothy Scarborough
So wendeth his way on the morrow that Earl of the Gothland King, Bearing the gifts and the gold, and King Volsung's Tokening, And a word in his mouth moreover, a word of blessing and hail, And a bidding to King Siggeir to come ere the June-tide fail And wed him to white-hand Signy and bear away his bride, While sleepeth the field of the fishes amidst the summer-tide.
"The Story of Sigurd the Volsung and the Fall of the Niblungs"
William Morris