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Now a sudden heat of rage seemed to fall on Dalfin, and he cried aloud to the men: "Hearken, fools! It is not to be said that the prince was wrecked like a fisher churl. There has been no wreck if there has been, there was no treasure. Mind you that." "Lord," said the man, trembling, "I cannot tell if aught was told the Lochlannoch. We have said naught to them, not having seen them."
He started when he saw us, and looked at us as if it was the first time that he had met us; and we were about to pass him quickly, with a little due reverence. But he spoke, and we stopped. "I remember," he said. "You are the Lochlannoch who were cast ashore. Is all well with you?" "In every way, father," I answered in the Gaelic. He looked hard at me for a moment, and his face flushed slowly.
"I spoke with the man who carried the gathering cry, and he said that the evil Lochlannoch, concerning whom are the beacons, have bidden men give up the treasure which they say we must needs have won from a certain wreck. There has been no wreck, lord, save yours, and the prince will ever have treasure."
"Jealousies through and through this court," he said quickly, when the man was out of hearing. "Already some pretend to be wroth with me for having any dealing with Lochlannoch at all. I am the youngest son, and my father favours me, more's the pity." "Better quit it all, and come and help Hakon to the throne," I said. "If it were not for my father," he answered.
Dalfin was bringing his father to see the place of the fight, and to welcome us as friends. It was not altogether a new thing that Norseman and Dane should be known as foes to one another here on the Irish coast, which both wasted. The folk called us the "white" and the Danes the "black" Lochlannoch, and I cannot say which they feared the most, though the Danes were the most hated.
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