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But it was not the surprise of the meeting that made Alwin leap suddenly backward into the shelter of the doorway; it was the look that he caught in the other's dark face, a look so full of hate and menace that, instead of being strangers meeting for the first time, one would have supposed them lifelong enemies.
When the hunter had passed on down the line of the crew, Thorhall came forward and greeted Leif with great civility. Only as he was retiring his eye appeared to fall upon Alwin for the first time; he stopped in pained surprise. "What is this I see, chief? You have got another bowerman in place of my son, whom your father gave to you? It must be that Kark has done something which you dislike.
Still eying him, Egil said slowly in a voice that trembled with passion: "So you are the English thrall, and looking after her already! It seems that Skroppa spoke some truth " He broke off abruptly, and stood glaring, his hand moving upward to his belt. For once Alwin was fairly dazed.
Awe fell upon Alwin, and a shiver of superstition that was almost terror. He bowed his head and crossed himself. But when he looked up, the thread had snapped; Leif was himself again. He was eying the boy critically, though with a new touch of something like respect.
Alwin wrapped himself in every garment he owned and as many of Sigurd's as could be spared, and strove to endure the situation with the stoicism of his companions; but now and then his disgust got the better of his philosophy.
"Then I have not been disobedient to you, lord; for I would not avoid death if it seemed to me that such shirking were cowardly." A moment the retort brought a grim smile to Leif's lips; then suddenly his face froze into a look of terrible anger. He half started from his chair. "Do you dare tell me to my face that, because I order you to keep the peace, I am a coward?" Alwin gave a great gasp.
One could not distinguish a house, though it were within a foot of his eyes. "If I do not come to the gate before long," Alwin observed to the shaggy little Norwegian pony along whose neck he was bending, "I shall believe that the fences have been snowed under."
Perhaps she their runes also understands?" Finding this a question addressed to him, Alwin answered that he knew her to understand them, having heard her read from a book of Saxon prayers. Tyrker rolled up his eyes devoutly. "Heaven itself it is that so has ordered it for the shield-maiden! You see, my son?
Day after day, week after week, Alwin sat waiting to see where the next turn of misfortune's wheel would land him. Interesting people visited the booth continually. Now it was a party of royal guardsmen to buy weapons, splendid mail-clad giants who ate at King Olaf's board, slept a his hall, and fought to the death at his side.
A strange shyness came over him, that weighted his feet and left him without a word to say when they met. But Helga greeted him cheerily. "Did you ever breathe finer air? I wish Thorhild would run out of gold thread every day in the week. Are you in a hurry?" "No," Alwin began hesitatingly, "I " She did not wait for the end.
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