War-mask

He that heedeth the path of the spear in the battle Ran away from the fight, and he wept as he wended; Unto him as he ran there, that warder of war-mask, Nowise good was the hope of his getting him peace.

“Now, my friend, don't you recognise your father's sword, his favourite weapon, the one he wore when he went out in his war-mask to face the Danes on that final day.”